412 No Regrets

As darkness fell outside, the audience began flooding into the martial arts gymnasium and cheering on their favored team with the slogan "Champion!".

Suddenly, the radio announcer shouted,

"The National Martial Arts Final Match, round one…"

"Peng Leyun!"

"Lin Que!"

A wave of cheers burst out of the stands to welcome the two leading players. The majority of spectators began yelling, forgetting their usual demeanor and demonstrating their excitement.

The referee standing in the center of the arena closed his eyes, tilting his head and soaked in the atmosphere.

He sighed, not knowing if he was feeling nostalgic over his youth or regretting that he had come to the end of his martial arts career.

Finals. Youth. These were such wonderful words!

The referee immediately checked his mood and waved at both teams, signaling them to enter the arena.