"You nine! Before the Annual Tournament starts, I want to see one member from each of your claws eliminated. How you do that depends on you but remember, I don't want to see a claw of thirty one members in the tournament. Understand?"
The nine Masters solemnly agreed with their superior's statement, having no other choice.
'I just passed one contest...and now you are telling me that we have more such competitions ahead? Ugh, here we go again.'
David readily understood that complacency wouldn't do him any good here. All the mentioned nine claws would probably have an intense competition among themselves before the extra member from each would be eliminated.
He could already feel some gazes on him, coming from the members of his own group. Afterall, he had been the extra member for their claw.
'I need to get stronger.' David realised the grim fact, 'I can't let them make me their natural target.'
