The five winners stood on the ring, still catching their breath. Some wiped sweat from their foreheads. Others simply stood straight, calm and focused.
Tian Lei stretched his arms and cracked his neck.
"Alright, enough staring at each other," he said lazily. "Before the final round starts, I need your names."
He pointed at the masked girl first.
"You. Masked one. Name?"
The girl didn't hesitate.
"Ling Qingxue."
Her voice was cold and soft, like winter wind. Some disciples whispered—finally hearing her speak stirred curiosity.
Tian Lei nodded. "Fine."
He pointed at the lightning youth next.
"You. Thunder boy."
The youth crossed his arms and spoke with a proud grin.
"Lei Feng."
His electric spirit crackled faintly behind him, as if agreeing.
"Mm." Tian Lei moved on.
He pointed at the twin-sword girl.
"Name?"
She bowed slightly.
"Yue Shanshan."
Her voice was firm, steady, like someone used to hard training.
