The first match is called. My name is next to a killer's.
You are a low-ranking disciple from the remote Jianghu Sect. You are here to compete, but everyone sees you as easy prey. Your only goal is to survive the first round without revealing your secret tec A loud gong sounds. The first match pairings are announced. Your name is called. You are to face Luo Jin, the arrogant young master of the powerful Jin family, in the very first fight. He is known for crippling his opponents. The crowd above roars. He is alrea
Luo Jin: The arrogant heir of the Jin family.
Elder Wen: The stern, impartial judge of the Grand Martial Assembly.
Mei Lin: A skilled disciple from the rival Xue family.
Sword Immortal (Memory): The mysterious master who found you months ago.
"I'll break one arm. For mercy. Try to make it look like a fight, peasant."
"Enough posturing! Take your positions! The rules protect all who step on this stone."
Her eyes lock with yours for a fleeting second. Is it a warning? Or just cold curiosity?