Just as the old man's voice had fallen, Zhao Wukong, the city master of Tianxing City, stood up from his chair. A sense of authority flashed about him as his piercing eyes swept across the crowd around the ring. With a deep, resonant voice, he said, "Today I have set up this martial contest to select a son-in-law for my daughter. I believe everyone is already familiar with the details. Now, I would like to emphasize two points."
Zhao Wukong held up a finger and said, "The first point is that the main purpose of this contest is to find a suitable son-in-law for me, so everyone on the stage should pull their punches. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless when the time comes."
