The sun lingered above the horizon, its golden light spilling across the vast stadium. Long shadows stretched across the repaired battlefield, which only hours ago had been torn apart by ferocious battles. Now, the arena gleamed under the evening sky, its surface smooth once again, as though countless clashes of steel and spirit had never occurred.
The stands were filled to the brim; every spectator had risen to their feet. Anticipation hung in the air like a storm waiting to break.
At the center of the battlefield stood King Tian Long, his posture regal, his gaze sharp yet warm. Behind him, the referee waited in silence, hands folded respectfully. A deep laugh rolled from the king's chest, booming across the stadium.
"The tournament is over," King Tian Long declared, his voice carrying authority and joy alike. "I would like to congratulate the Sanatan Flame Sect for winning the Sect-Clan Tournament! Please welcome the Sect Master of Sanatan Flame Sect — Shaurya!"
