“Give it your best shot, kid. Us old-timers are counting on you to make a splash," Cyrus said sincerely.

Kyler added, "No pressure. Even if you don't come out on top, we're behind you to secure a deputy Leader position."

Devonte slightly furrowed his brow. "Hold up, let's not discuss that now. Our focus should be on supporting her, helping keep her mind clear for the competition.”

Then, turning to Lilah with a grin, he said, “Feeling nervous? Legs shaking, a chill running down your spine? Don't worry, we're right here..."

"Stop!" Lilah interrupted, her voice hinting with frustration.

“Actually, I'm feeling quite calm."

She was the epitome of calmness.

Then Barth made his entrance.

His arrival triggered a massive cheer from the crowd, with nearly everyone rising to welcome their prospective league leader.

The members of the Fearless League held strength in high regard, and Barth had risen to celebrity status since he began to lead the league, particularly among young women.

Barth was handsome, skilled, and modest, quickly becoming the ideal man for many.

“Go Barth! You're amazing! You're sure to grab that league leader title!"

“Barth, I love you, my whole family is cheering for you!"

“Barth, you're the greatest; your fan club is here supporting you!"

The atmosphere soon took on the feel of a celebrity meet-and-greet rather than a martial arts tournament.

Barth, slightly embarrassed by the overwhelming excitement, glanced over at Lilah's more subdued corner and flashed a smile. "Don't worry about them, Lilah. They're just a bit too enthusiastic."

Lilah simply hummed indifferently and casually walked into the ring, positioning herself at the edge of it.

"Look at her, all skin and bones. How does she even think she can stand a chance against our Barth?"

"Just watch, she'll be knocked out of that ring in no time by Barth."

“Really, she looks worse than a beginner. There's no way she can compete with Barth!"

As Lilah stepped into the ring, she faced immediate hoots and doubts from every direction.

In the eyes of those girls, Barth was unmatched; nobody could rival their idol.

Lilah's expression changed as she glanced around in confusion. What was going on? This was meant to be a martial arts competition, not a celebrity fan gathering. It was just a matter of time before things spiraled out of control.

Lilah resolved that if she ever became the league leader, she would make significant changes. Only those truly devoted to martial arts would remain. Anyone participating half-heartedly or without genuine commitment, no matter their family background, would be shown the door.