The announcement of Lin Mu's victory did not merely echo through the Great Fist City.
It exploded.
Within hours, messengers mounted on Immortal beasts rushed out in every direction. Transmission arrays flared to life across cities and sects. Jade slips carrying the results were duplicated endlessly and sent through trade routes, sect channels, and private networks.
Even wandering cultivators in remote valleys began hearing the same words whispered with awe.
Daoist Lin Mu.
Winner of the Great Martial Fist King Tournament.
And it was not just his name that spread.
The recordings did.
Thousands of people had used Recording Jade Slips during the final battle. Some were crude, shaky, half blinded by light and shattered space. Others were made by professionals, with layered formations that captured every movement, every collision, every terrifying shockwave.
Soon, in taverns, sect halls, market plazas, and mountain pavilions, people gathered around glowing jade panels.
