The stadium boomed with cheers and applause, and everyone chanted Zack's pseudonym.
"Dilan!"
"Dilan!"
"Dilan!"
As the cheers resounded throughout the Sect, a masculine figure wearing long flowing robes appeared just above the arena with a violet colored spatial distortion.
"THUS CONCLUDES THE FIERCE GALE SECT'S NINE HUNDRED SIXTY-SEVENTH RANK UP TOURNAMENT! DILAN HAS WON!!!"
The imposing voice from earlier piierced through the cheers, only to be followed by even louder cheers. However, it wasn't until the medics cast a healing spell that Zack's consciousness returned from a hazy and strange abyss. A chaotic, shimmering ocean of sorts.
"Did I win? What happened?!" Zack shouted while looking around in a daze. His memory just after he began executing the first form of Focused Fury was a blur.
"You won the tournament, Inner Sect Disciple Dilan," said someone from behind him.
