The staff at the registration desk sneered internally at the audacity of the supposedly useless Young Master. Nevertheless, it wasn't his job to judge the foolishness of nobles. The official quickly accepted the challenge, drawing up a contract that legally absolved the Challenger Arena of any liability should the young master be severely injured.
Vahn signed the contract without a second thought and slowly moved to the Challengers' Waiting Room. The room was packed with a mix of ambitious young cultivators and hardened veteran fighters.
The moment he entered, Vahn's aristocratic appearance and striking red hair drew immediate attention.
"Hell, who is this punk now?" a fierce man growled, gripping his axe tightly.
"Why do you care, brainless Brute?" another participant replied, looking overly smart and dismissive.
One of them, with sharp eyes, instantly recognized him. "Hey, I know him. He is the Useless Young Master from Infernal Clan."
