Two quiet days passed in the Great Fist City, though quiet was a relative term.
The entire city vibrated with rising tension, chatter, immortal Qi, Immortal Essence, Vitality and the heavy scent of anticipation. Every plaza, street, and courtyard seemed infused with suppressed excitement. It was like the city itself was holding its breath.
By the dawn of the first tournament day, the atmosphere had transformed completely.
DHAM DHAM DHAM
Drums boomed from the central fist shaped mountain. Immortal Qi flared in swirling waves overhead. The Martial Fist King Sect activated enormous formations that painted the skies with bright streaks of light. Tens of thousands of spectators were already gathering, taking up seats, filling the temporary stands, and crowding around projection arrays.
The Great Martial Fist King Tournament had officially begun!
