Duan Tianya stood at the center of the battle stage, clutching his sword firmly. His indifferent gaze scanned the composed countenance of Crown Prince Mo before drifting beyond them. With a graceful movement, he leaped off the stage.
"Eh? Third Young Master Duan isn't continuing?"
"Are you daft? As long as Third Young Master Duan remains in this arena, who would dare challenge him?"
"Indeed, Third Young Master Duan can simply choose his opponents at will."
"That's right."
"After all, there are no strict rules in this competition. It's all about accumulating more victories for credits."
"At such a tender age, Third Young Master Duan is on the verge of breaking through to the divine realm. I doubt there are many in the entire academy who can match him."
"I've lost count of his consecutive victories!"
"Third Young Master Duan is here, everyone! Third Young Master Duan!"
