Viktor and Jin immediately began preparing after they agreed to spar.
Jin moved with a lazy pace, clearly just wanting to get this over with, while Viktor was buzzing with quiet excitement.
For him, this was a chance to test his limits—an opportunity to fight someone who had reached the level he was striving for.
'Kaiser got easily defeated by Brock… and I'm not that much stronger than him.'
Viktor thought to himself as he tightened his grip on the wooden axes he'd chosen.
His eyes shifted to Jin, who was calmly examining his pair of wooden machetes.
'Jin's probably on the same level as Brock, at least in strength...'
He exhaled sharply. The odds were clear—he was going to lose.
But even so—
'I'll still try my best... and aim for the win.'
He declared it in his head, smiling, refusing to let the inevitable stop him from giving it everything he had.
Meanwhile, across the arena—
