"I now announce that the winner of the Martial Arts Conference is the Lord of the Temple of Drakon, Isaac Garten..."
No cheers or applause followed. Everyone stayed silent. In fact, the Ashleighs shook in anger.
"Where's my prize? I want the thousand-year-old rhizome," Isaac said. He walked up to the Everest Sect's platform and looked expectantly at Heath.
"The rhizome is with me. If you want it, come get it!" a cold voice rang out.
It was Leroy!
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