Aislin lowered her head and remained silent. She realized she had tried too hard to display her strengths and ended up overexerting herself She would have been seriously injured if not for her father’s intervention.
Quindon brought Aislin to the stage and addressed the crowd, “Striking the Dragon Bell is not for everyone. It poses a great risk to your life. If you feel that you’re not strong enough, please don’t push yourself. It’s not worth risking your life just to strike the bell.”
Many people who had considered trying to strike the bell backed down after hearing Quindon’s words. They didn’t want to risk injuring themselves and jeopardizing their chances in the tournament.
“Would any of you like to give it a try?” Quindon turned to the three remaining youths from the Supreme Honor Rankings who stood behind him and asked. They looked at each other and shook their heads. They didn’t want to exhaust themselves before the tournament and affect their performance.
“Mr. Yuchamore, it’s been a while since the Secret Realm Conference was held. We’d love to see you strike the Dragon Bell and witness the Flight of the Three Dragons once again!” Sigwin suddenly suggested to Quindon.
Quindon was taken aback by Sigwin’s request and waved his hand. “I’m not fit for this anymore. Age is catching up to me, and I’m afraid I won’t be able to strike the bell again.” Sigwin suggested, “If that’s the case, Mr. Yuchamore, I’d like to give it another try to see if I can create the Flight of the Three Dragons.”
The crowd was stunned by Sigwin’s audacity. Even Angus frowned and scolded Sigwin, “What are you saying? It’s good enough that you struck the Dragon Bell twice in a row. Besides, you have yet to recover your spiritual energy after striking the bell. It would cost you your life if you try to strike it again.”
The Secret Realm Conference had never seen anyone attempt to strike the bell again after their first attempt in its entire history. As news of Sigwin’s request spread through the crowd, murmurs and whispers broke out among the spectators. “He’s ranked first in the Supreme Honor Rankings, and yet he’s still not satisfied with just striking the Dragon Bell twice in a row!”
“What a daredevil! I doubt even Mr. Yuchamore would have the nerve to attempt it again.” “What’s gotten into him? He seems to be acting very strange today.”
Despite the skepticism and disapproval, Sigwin remained composed and poised, standing firm on the stage. Sigwin boldly ignored Angus’ warning and turned to Quindon, saying, “Mr. Yuchamore, I must confess that I’m not entirely satisfied with my previous performance. I believe that I’ll be able to recreate the Flight of the Three Dragons if I am given another chance to strike the bell.”
Sigwin was oozing with confidence while Quindon gazed at him silently. “Are you trying to show off your prowess and match me, Sigwin?” Quindon asked, aware that Sigwin was determined to demonstrate his power and show that he was as capable as Quindon, or even more so. He was an ambitious man, even more so than his master, Angus.
“Mr. Yuchamore, as the saying goes, the younger generation should build upon the foundation laid by the older generation and strive to surpass their predecessors. You wouldn’t want the younger generation to forever hide under your wings, right?” Sigwin smiled.
“Sigwin, you’re being rude. Hurry and apologize to Mr. Yuchamore!” Angus reprimanded. Yet, Quindon waved his hand and replied with a smile, “Mr. Green, he’s in the prime of his youth. This is totally understandable. Besides, we must pass on everything in the secret realm to the younger generation in the near future since we’re not getting any younger.”
He then turned to Sigwin and said, “I’ll allow you to attempt to strike the bell again. But before that, I’d like to give it a try myself. It’s been a long time since I’ve done it.”
