Chapter 873: Parlor Tricks

Kamari Mabre's furious roar rolled like thunder as he drifted onto the ring, every inch the picture of a Grandmaster. The way he sprang up was flashy and smooth, like a cloud sliding across the sky. The crowd erupted in a feverish wave of cheers. The height difference between the stands and the ring was no joke. A Mystic Realm Martial Artist could manage it, sure, but not with that kind of effortless ease. It was enough to prove that this "Master Kamari," for all his hunger for applause, did have...