The crowd roared with excitement as a boy, no older than fourteen, stood on the stage, waiting in silence. His sharp eyes scanned the spectators, daring any challenger to step forward.
The selection process was simple—a free-for-all battle. Anyone could challenge, and the last one standing would be crowned the victor.
It was a brutal, unforgiving method, but their city had long abandoned the idea of nurturing champions. For years, they had no victors. Eventually, the allocation of resources for the competition dwindled, leaving only this crude selection process in place.
Amidst the crowd , a lone kid walked out , standing out like a sore thumb.
Shan Yifeng.
His opponent was a full minor realm above him—a clear advantage in any battle. Yet, Yifeng didn't falter. He didn't hesitate.
He simply stepped onto the stage as if victory was already his.
The moment Shan Yifeng stepped onto the stage, laughter erupted from the crowd.