"I am Shiva, the God of Destruction, here today to demand a few cups of clean and sanitary Ganges water."
The subtle Martial Saint aura spreads like an autumn breeze, enveloping the venue.
In the venue, an unnoticed little old man transformed into an afterimage, rushing outside.
At this moment, from another direction, came a voice with an Elephant Country accent.
"I am Brahma, the God of Creation, here today, just here."
An old man left the venue, rushing out.
"I am Vishnu, the God of Protection."
"I am Shakyamuni."
Outside the grand auditorium, four voices with the curry flavor of Elephant Country resonated from all directions.
But everyone could tell that these four people were not Elephant Country Martial Saints.
In the venue, four people left one after another.
The rest remained motionless.
A series of tremendous Martial Saint auras were felt from afar.
The other Martial Saints of Elephant Country had arrived.
