"Fusya!"
The group inside the caravan was still shocked by the image that kept rotating between the participants of the crown above the flyer. The silent atmosphere made them picked up the sound of the wheels grinding the road.
The old man made a fake cough to break the silence before he said with a tinge of smile on his face, "Well, it is quite funny that I was thinking of squeezing him in The Throne tournament and abuse my power once in a while, however, looks like there is no need after all hahaha!"
"Hmmm, do you think that the other contestants are as strong as older brother?"
