"Arena number three, tenth match for Meng Ning, starting now!"
"Arena number forty-one, eighth match for Chen Hua, begin."
"Arena number seventeen, ninth match for Zhu Xing, begin."
"Arena number fifty, tenth match for Tong Xingsheng, begin."
.........
The main road of the Inner City was bustling with noise.
As the voices of the referees echoed, in the arenas surrounded by fifty wooden stakes, blades and swords were flashing. Some matches with significant strength differences concluded in just over ten breaths, while evenly matched competitors fought tirelessly with no winner in sight even after a hundred breaths.
"Dad, go for it!"
"Go, Daddy, go! Go, Daddy, go!"
By arena twenty-one, siblings Xiang Yan and Xiang Rong were shouting hoarsely with flushed faces to cheer on their father Xiang Ping on the arena, completely disregarding the teasing glances from those around them.
"How many matches has Father had so far?"
