"Guys-" Lian interrupted the three's chatter, drawing attention back to himself, his voice cutting through their banter like a blade.
"Oh, right, you are still here. If you do not want to join us, then get lost. These seats are reserved." Christopher's powerful voice echoed through the stands as countless eyes turned toward the area, his words carrying the weight of authority.
"Sure, but first… how do I participate in the sparring?" Lian began to move. He did not want to spend another second with these arrogant guys; however, he needed information, his curiosity now tinged with determination.
"That is the place you need to go to," Trevor said indifferently, pointing to the registration desk at the top of the structure, his gesture casual yet dismissive.
