The names of the ten chosen participants blazed in brilliant letters across the sky-high screens, reflected in the cheering faces of thousands below.
Moments later, the names spread across the five stages, each glowing title met with a fresh wave of applause and speculation.
Excitement swept through the crowd like wildfire.
Vendors shouted, people placed bets, and the air buzzed with raw anticipation.
Yet, among the sea of eager faces, three figures wore frowns—Han, Dan, and Asphalt. They stood with their gazes fixed on the holographic display above Stage Three.
"If he doesn't show up in five minutes, he'll be disqualified," Dan said anxiously, her hands clenched.
"He'll make it," a calm voice reassured.
Henry appeared beside them, his expression steady.
Asphalt crossed his arms. "He's really unlucky—to end up in the second round already."
Yes. Zane's name glowed under Stage Three.
Fortunately, Teacher Ronaldo had been assigned as the referee for that match.
