Next-Day Morning.
Near the southern gates of the Royal Capital.
In the midst of numerous cultivators, among thousands of crowd stood a platform about a kilometer long and wide.
Standing on top of the platform were two extremely young cultivators, facing each other while emanating an air of fierce competition.
The crowd that surrounded the battle stage sat around and cheered on the two who were about to fight.
A middle-aged man flying above the platform swung one of his hands and shouted, "Let the semi-finals begin!"
The young cultivators who were 20 meters apart instantly clashed and the air around them slightly reverberated from the impact.
The crowd cheerfully stood up and bellowed.
"Wayn! You can do it! Don't give up!"
"Don't let him even injure you, Kreel! He's weaker than you!"
The young boy who was called Wayn instantly retreated after the initial clash with the other young boy.
