"Congratulations on making it to the top eight, Senior Brother Zhao."
"Senior Brother Zhao, you were magnificent..."
Zhao Lin walked back to his seat, welcomed by the congratulations of the disciples from Great Yue.
Several Sect Leaders and elders were also smiling. Zhao Lin's victory secured a spot in the top eight for Great Yue, a result no worse than the last tournament.
The elders from the other nations, however, looked displeased. One spot in the top eight wasn't what bothered them; the key was Zhao Lin's age.
Making it to the top eight at only twenty years old meant he had immense potential for growth. It meant he could still participate in three more tournaments.
Who would be able to stop him in the future?
Looking at it now, what Huo Shan had done, while out of line, was understandable. It was a shame he had failed...
The third match was between Bolta and Huang Guanglie.
Bolta cultivated an Earth-attribute technique, while Huang Guanglie's was Wood Attribute.
