The afternoon sun had begun its descent toward the horizon, casting elongated shadows across the arena floor as preparations began for the final qualifying division. The crowd's energy remained high despite hours of continuous combat, anticipation building as they recognized that Master rank warriors would soon demonstrate capabilities far beyond what they'd witnessed in lower divisions.
Raze shifted in his observation seat, his blue eyes scanning the competitors' section where fourteen warriors waited. Master rank represented a significant threshold in cultivation, the point where warriors transcended basic limitations and began manifesting truly extraordinary abilities. Only two needed elimination from this group, meaning the qualifying matches would be brief but likely spectacular.
"Master division is always interesting," Fedora said quietly beside him. "The gap between Master Low and Master Peak can be as significant as the entire Expert division combined."
