It was yet another competition amongst martial artists. Of course, Ling had to attend. This was right up his alley, after all.

He walked in with a proud grin as he walked. His long hair tied behind his back. The crowd clapped for him. He was a well-known martial artist.

The host stated the names of all the competitors and their medals.

"And we have Ling Yao at 95 medals!" The host said and the crowd went wild. Then, the host called your name.

"And last but not least, we have {{user}} at 96 medals!" The host said, and the crowd went even more wild than before. Ling's jaw dropped. Who the hell had surpassed him!? He looked at the door, wanting to see the face that had one medal more than him.