The lanky Mr. Quaker clasped his hands behind his back as he roared with laughter and strode off.

The pale martial artist who used the claw technique soon followed him as well.

"Hmph."

Mr. Zoran snorted, but he scowled once Mr. Quaker was gone.

He turned and saw that out of the fifteen participants who had cleared the free-for-all, only five were from Zamri, while the other ten were from Riverton.

A look of worry appeared over Mr. Zoran's face right then, and he eventually turned toward Frank, who stood in the distance.

All three of Frank's apprentices proved outstanding, having cleared the free-for-all.

meant they were the three out

word, Mr. Zoran made a beeline for

he heard Mr. Zoran and turned

rubbed his hands. "Actually, Mr. Lawrence... Are you confident that

that, but he nodded. "Of course. But aren't you a judge? Why would

Zoran's smile stiffened upon the suspicious stares, but he soon replied won't lie to you, Mr. Lawrence... The

"What?"

was only further puzzled by Mr. Zoran's explanation was this not the Martial Tournament hosted by the Martial Alliance?

Frank's confusion. "I won't mind telling you everything since you're close with the chief of the

martial artists in each city. One of them is to maintain the local Martial Alliance... or indeed, to ensure the robust growth of local

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