Childhood Friend of the Zenith

The Sixteen-to-Eight round had ended, and before the Eight-to-Four round began, I quietly examined the wooden board among the now-dwindled participants.

Only eight of us remained.

The results so far hadn’t deviated much from my expectations.

The Blade King and Bi Seongdo advanced.

Tang So-yeol and I also made it through.

And with the rest being martial artists who had hidden their true skills—practitioners at the Hwagyeong level—the only ones left were the true powerhouses.

This also meant that the Martial Arts Tournament was nearing its end.

At most, seven days and nights remained.

Even if it dragged out, there wasn’t much time left.

“Hmm.”

The matchups had been reduced and reduced again until only four matchups were left.

At this rate, only two or three duels would remain after today.