The Longer the More Powerful

The masked man's third round started. He would be part of the top twelve if he could defeat his two rivals.

Since he was the first one to have caught the attention of the old man in the gray robe, half of the people present were gazing at him when he got into the ring. He'd become terribly popular.

He had to be ranked at least 19th on the Eternal Flame List, since he had defeated Princess Crimson Moon.

Among those who hadn't finished this round, only a few were in the top nineteen.

Most of them were nervous when the masked man's rival still hadn't been decided. Whosever wooden token lit up, they would probably be eliminated.

Soon, someone's wooden token shone.

He didn't complain, nor did he feel frightened. He looked emotionless. When his wooden token lit up, he was seized with the strong desire to fight.

No one else was as eager to fight as he was. It was a formidable desire.