Yuan Bojing felt like he couldn't breathe.
"Unless…" his grandfather continued.
"Unless what?" Yuan Bojing demanded.
"Unless there is a stronger warrior candidate that can even beat a Long," he said. "If such a person exists, then I suppose that poor soul would meet their demise on the eve of the competition. But I fear it would be that girl, Long Xiatian." He chuckled. "I always imagined it would have been Long Yat-sen that would want to win the title back for his family. Who knew it would have been the fourth? But it's sad since I quite like that girl, but alas, she's the strongest."
Yuan Bojing felt as if he had been robbed of air. "Not before I kill them!"
His grandfather glanced at him warily. "You cannot interfere with this, my boy. You're not in the competition."
He gritted his teeth. "There must be something I can do!" He stood up, pacing back and forth. "I have to do something. I can't let them kill her before the final competition even begins."