บท 91: The Stolen(Part-1)

Legs wide open, a puff of smoke blowing from his mouth, Master Popo couldn't help but smile as he placed the hand holding his pipe on his knee. His eyes were fixed on the battle below; the flashing lights and sounds of explosions were like music to his ears.

"Now the fun begins," Master Popo muttered, taking another puff from his tobacco pipe. Once they realized that the test was more than just climbing the mountain, chaos would ensue—a scenario the instructor eagerly anticipated.

It didn't take long before some of the martial students began fighting, trying to eliminate other participants to reduce the number of competitors for the later test.

This caused some of the martial students to hurriedly run up the stairs, while others banded together to fend off those trying to eliminate them, especially in groups.

After watching the fight for a bit, Master Popo sighed, losing interest almost immediately.