There was a man with a tall and big build standing with his back straight. He was in the streets to the west of Hero's Mountain Villa, alone in an arena. Seven elites from different sects had already been defeated by his palms. The man had a manly face, and his incomplete silver mask shone with an intimidating light under the sun.
The challengers who had come forward to register their names temporarily stopped themselves from going up to the arena. They stood at the foot and held the challengers' plate which they had gotten after a lot of effort with complicated expressions. Everyone had heard of Silver Mask Duke's awe-inspiring name.