At that point, the host slowly walked up the arena. He smiled as he looked around. "The tournament begins! Who's first?"
Immediately, it became quiet, and the participants stared at each other. None of them wanted to go first.
"Me!" Suddenly, a distinct voice could be heard. Then, like a butterfly, a shadowy figure climbed and settled delicately on the arena.
It was Heather!
When Heather entered the arena, the crowd erupted in applause, and the men were transfixed.
"She's so pretty. Which family does that young miss come from? Or is she a disciple of a sect?"
"I've never seen her before, but she's just too pretty, like a fairy."
"It'd be my honor to be able to spar with her."
Amidst the discussion, the men became utterly excited. Heather had long hair and delicate facial features. Her light green long dress accentuated her perfect body shape, and she looked alluring.
Many participants could sense Heather's strength, but that did not stop them from becoming enamored with her.
Even the host was impressed, and he could not help but compliment her. "Wow, I never thought the first contestant would be such a beautiful lady. Anyone here would like to spar with her?"
"Me!"
"Me, me!"
Many men started screaming hysterically and rushed up the arena. Finally, a man clad in a long white gown beat everyone to the top.
The man in the white gown felt proud when he realized he was the first to enter the arena and clenched his fists toward Heather. "Hello there, lovely lady. My name is Duncan Levy. Fate had brought us here to spar together for the first time.
"After the tournament, I wonder if you would have dinner with me?"
He kept sizing Heather up as he spoke, and the more he stared at her, the more enthralled he became. Beautiful, she's too beautiful. She's also very sexy. It's worth dying if I could spend the night with her.'
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