Time passed, and the sun gradually dipped below the horizon.

Lights began to flicker on one by one in Hanam, preparing to embrace the night.

Under normal circumstances, people would have already started packing up their stalls or returning home, yet the streets were packed with crowds.

It had been this way ever since the Martial Tournament began, but today, the crowd seemed even larger.

Especially near the Murim Alliance.

Beyond the spectator stands where the tournament was being held, throngs of people had gathered.

And there was only one reason for this.

“It’s almost time, isn’t it?”

“That’s right. …