In the waiting room of the Martial Arts Arena, Kiernan sat silently in his chair.
He had already dressed in his Martial Ability—Black Qi—and he was silently rubbing his knuckles with his fingers.
There weren't such things as white tape wrapping in Martial Kings tournaments, and it was just pure fist fighting from start to finish.
On the television, it showed thirty-two participants of the tournament.
The tournament started with the Round of 32, followed by the Round of 16, and then the Quarterfinals ended the first day.
On the second and last day, the semifinals and the grand finals would wrap up the tournament.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
In that moment, the television buzzed, and Kiernan's eyes lingered over there with a calm and collected look.
A smiling face appeared on the television.
"Hello, dear participants of this wonderful tournament. I am the smiling man, and I am here to inform you about the rules and regulations of the competition.
