The massive Martial Arts Arena was packed with contestants from various cities. Everyone craned their necks, gazing eagerly up at the VIP rostrum.
On the rostrum, the high-ranking military commanders beamed with radiant smiles. Looking at the fine crop of talents selected from various cities below, they looked just like farmers gazing at an autumn harvest. The rows of contestants down below were the fruits of their hard work and cultivation.
"There are quite a few fine saplings this year," Scarred Lieutenant General said with a smile as he rubbed the prickly stubble on his chin.
Chapter 87