Omen

Many Martial Masters had deigned to spectate the first three rounds of the Martial Contest. Most that did only did so because they had patroned a Martial Squire. Very few Martial Masters were genuinely interested in the Squire-level contest. If they did choose to spectate the Martial Contest, it would be the Senior-level contest. It was usually a lot more interesting to them, given that it was only one Realm below them.

Yet those who did choose the Senior-level conflict would later regret the choice once their fellow peers informed them of what happened.

Every Martial Master heard a heartbeat.

There was plenty of noise, the attacks from the contestants, the crowds going wild. Yet none of them missed it.

Master Deivon widened his eyes with an expression of shock as he watched Rui.

('This…') He could hardly believe what he was seeing. ('…The Heart omen, he has arrived at the precipice of the Senior Realm? At the age of twenty-four?!')