Martial Fist King World was famous for valuing combat. To them, strength was culture.
Meng Bai hugged himself. "There are too many categories."
Cattaleya ignored him entirely. She turned to Lin Mu next.
"There is also the Great Fist King Martial Tournament. It happens only once every century. That is the crown jewel of all tournaments here." Her voice lowered with excitement. "The strongest cultivators from all nearby worlds join.
Even the Martial Fist King Sect sends representatives. Maybe even their direct disciples. It is huge. A lot of body cultivators join, and the fights become famous for thousands of years already."
Lin Mu nodded. He had heard of that one even when they had first arrived in this world. A once in a century tournament hosted by a major sect that was allied with the Immortal Court. It was the type of event respected across the region.
Cattaleya leaned toward him with a bright grin. "You should join it too."
Lin Mu blinked. "Me?"
