Lu Chenzhou returned to his seat, recovered his breath, and waited.
In the following matches, Ricken faced a Fifth Rank strong opponent; being toyed with by an enemy skilled in Monkey Form Fist, he ultimately lost and was eliminated at this stage. He had done his best.
"Such a level of competition, securing a place is already not bad," Rickett encouraged.
"Thank you, Father. I will cultivate even harder."
Ricken, breathing heavily like a bull, continued to watch the upcoming matches. He wanted to see if Lu Chenzhou could seize the crown in one go... he hoped he could.
...
"Spring and Autumn, ever-changing, four seasons, no certainty!"
Wang He's palms shifted, his voice thunderous as they cracked and snapped, sending his Fifth Rank opponent flying after withstanding ten moves with a returning, sweeping palm that leveraged force.
