Tyrion was seated under the specified oak tree, making use of his phone.

Suddenly, he felt a light tap on his shoulder that startled him a bit. How did he not sense that someone was here? He turned his head to see it was this hateful Phoenix. This guy must be full of himself since he beat him in the final match.

"You're here," Tyrion said dryly while still concentrating on his phone.

"What are you searching on the net?" Phoenix questioned.

Without glancing at him, Tyrion responded coldly. "None ...