Above the desolate land, on the blood-stained, ink-black arena, five figures stood, each with their hands behind their back, their expressions all slightly different.

Next, what everyone needed to do was very simple. Among them, whoever slapped the remaining others off this arena would be the final victor, earning the title of this session's Junior Venerable.

"Hehe, to think I have the opportunity to exchange blows with many young powerhouses from the Sealed ...