The storm in the sky gradually subsided, and the surrounding cheers kept coming, which Vorquis found extremely piercing.
He once desired to bask in such applause and become the focus of the crowd, but now, he feared standing on that kind of stage.
Watching Yang Yu extend a friendly hand to Wind Snatching, exchanging peacefully and encouraging each other.
Vorquis felt that he and the other participants on stage were from two different worlds.
After Yang Yu's match ended, Vorquis watched a few more games.
Each match, Vorquis would project himself onto the stage.
But once he did, scenes of himself being defeated emerged continuously before his eyes.
Can't win, absolutely can't win.
Even if he possesses great strength, without any skill, he would definitely be carried off in various ways.
The more he imagined, the more terrified he became.
Vorquis's hand trembled slightly, despite not wanting to admit it... he felt like a failure, an utterly worthless failure.
