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In the history of the Great Ratholos Empire's Ten-Year Glory Evaluations, every champion of the Rising Dragon Division had always been in their late thirties. It was very rare for someone in their early thirties to win the championship.
After all, no matter how talented a young warrior was, they didn't have enough time to cultivate compared to their older opponents.
As for those below thirty, it was unthinkable.
Duke Zaahir found himself strangely excited to see everyone's expressions when they found out the next champion of the Rising Dragon Division was only twenty years of age.
The glory would be shared with his domain.
'This year's Ten-Year Glory Evaluation is going to be exciting,' Duke Zaahir thought with a smile.
The previous champions of the Rising Dragon Division had always been around Low-level Rank 4 to Mid-level Rank 4 in battle power, whether from body refining, aura cultivation, or a combination of both.
It was impossible for someone from the younger generation to cultivate both body refinement and aura to Rank 4 under the age of forty. After all, it was already difficult enough to cultivate even one path to Rank 4 by age forty, let alone two paths.
There simply wasn't enough time to cultivate both paths to great success unless one was a monstrous genius who defied all common sense.
As such, this year's Rising Dragon Division champion spot was guaranteed to belong to the Dukedom of Dragonmoor with Young Master Vanderlin's help.
...
Three hours after Duke Zaahir informed his men to prepare for their trip to the capital, a group of ten warriors gathered in the castle's main courtyard, packed and ready to leave at any time.
These men were all below the age of forty and possessed roughly Low-level Rank 4 battle power.
Among them, three were Low-level Rank 4 Body Refiners, four were Peal-level Rank 3 Body Refiners with Early-stage Aura Master cultivation, two were High-level Rank 3 Body Refiners with Peak-
stage Aura Master cultivation, and one was a Rank 2 Body Refiner with Peak-stage Aura Grandmaster cultivation.
If Duke Zaahir had not learned about Vaan and succeeded in hiring him as a guest fighter for the Dukedom of Dragonmoor in the Ten-
Year Glory Evaluation's Rising Dragon Division, the Rank 4 Body Reformation Pill would have originally been given to one of the three Low-level Rank 4 Body Refiners.
"Lost?" Vaan took a moment to glance around the courtyard before nonchalantly asking, "Is this not the gathering spot for the participating members of the Rising Dragon Division?"
"It is... but what does that have to do with you being here?" a Low-
level Rank 4 Body Refiner named Gurken asked with a frown.
"I am Duke Zaahir's guest fighter for the Ten-Year Glory Evaluation's Rising Dragon Division. You tell me whether I should be here or not?" Vaan replied with a shrug.
Gurken went blank for a moment before he burst into laughter, "Hahaha, that's a good one. You're funny, but this Big Brother has no time for your jokes."
"The participants for the Junior Dragon Division don't gather here until two days later. You should leave before you get in trouble," Gurken kindly suggested, but then he added, "It's impossible for someone as young as you to beat Sir Bakram."
"What's impossible?" Bakram asked with a gloomy and depressed look when he stepped into the courtyard shortly after Vaan did.
Duke Zaahir had sent Bakram over, knowing the ten warriors may not believe Vaan was his hired fighter.
"This kid really did beat me in a duel," Bakram admitted in a low tone.
In that instant, Bakram felt like he had lost all his face in front of the younger generation. It was really embarrassing to lose to someone half a century younger than him.
"Hahaha... Nice one, Sir Bakram. I didn't know you were also in on the joke," Judani laughed.
Bakram felt even more gloomy and depressed. He really didn't want to deal with the current situation if he was given a choice.
And yet, no one believed him even when he told the truth!
Bakram suddenly gritted his teeth angrily and cussed at the warrior who had last spoken, "You goddam brat! Is your butt itching for a beating?! If I said he beat me, then he beat me! Who has the time to joke with you?!"
Judani almost sh*t himself. He didn't expect Sir Bakram to erupt in anger suddenly, and much less for him to bear the brunt of it.
But why did Sir Bakram suddenly become angry? Or maybe it was still part of the joke?
"Hahaha... Sir Bakram, we've already seen through your joke... You can stop now," Judani laughed nervously.
"Scram!" Bakram barked.