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"Continental Superhuman Tournament?" A bald old man raised a brow as he put down his coffee cup. "Sounds fancy. Is it like a battle royale or something?"
"I have no clue," his wife replied. "The announcement said that it's open to those who are the Superhuman and Planar Traveler Realms. Today's the start of the regional registration and screening. The finals will take place in the Central Region."
"Is that so?" The bald old man sighed. He then looked around the house and asked, "Is our boy joining then?"
"Who knows?" His wife replied in a sulking tone. "Even since he hit puberty, that boy doesn't tell me anything anymore."
To this, the old man just chuckled and said, "Let him be then. Little chicks will eventually grow up and leave their nests. Besides, this event doesn't sound dangerous, so it should be fine."
"I hope so too."
