610 No Longer Underestimated
Cain was right. The following matches were incredible. Every set of Sects was well-matched, with no hard counters to another Sect's techniques visible, and the ladies of the Forbidden Treasure Sect got to watch for over an hour before the next pair of matches came to a conclusion.
"Was that enough time to get a good grasp on their techniques? There is a good chance you will face one of the winners in the finals tomorrow. There are only a few more fights after this if you're ready to stay here and watch a little longer." Cain asked his disciples.
They were all wrapped up in blankets, leaned against each other as they watched the matches, and most of the other disciples who would be competing tomorrow were taking the chance to get some sleep between rounds.
"Yep, we made good notes," Luna murmured sleepily from Cain's lap, despite clearly having done nothing of the sort.