The tournament arena was packed with disciples, elders, sect leaders, and nobles. The crowd roared with anticipation for the next match: the legendary Hei Long was scheduled to fight.
In the shaded VIP section, Prince Wuheng sat with his arms folded, his fake smile strained like his royal waistband.
"Gentlemen… it's time."
He snapped his fingers.
From the shadows emerged his elite lackey: Banana Shen.
Yes. That was his name.
"You know your duty," Wuheng whispered.
Banana Shen nodded solemnly.
"For the Alliance."
Then, like a shadowy gremlin, he scurried out toward the arena floor during intermission, clutching a suspiciously shiny banana peel, coated in a thick layer of spiritual oil for extra slipperiness.
Meanwhile, in Hei Long's Waiting Area…
Hei Long leaned back on a bench, his eyes half-lidded, as Bai Luoluo and Sheng Moxian stood nearby, casually bickering over who would cheer louder during his match.
