The Envoy from the Iron Frost Sect was a man in his thirties with a mountain-like figure, a short black beard which complemented his unkempt black hair. He wore simple robes that seemed too tight for his physique and carried the sigil of his sect.
A red hammer covered in frost, facing downwards.
He climbed onto the centre arena and looked at all the participants. More than a thousand youngsters under the age of twenty had gathered around the arena, looking up and waiting for his instructions.
He cleared his throat and spoke in a heavy voice laced with power.
"I am Gang Feng, Outer Elder of the Iron Frost Sect. I will oversee the Martial Exchange this year. Before that, however, we need to weed out liars."
With that, he flicked his hand as a thick metal pillar twice his size appeared out of nowhere and slammed tightly into the ground beneath, shaking the entire arena.
