After Darian's words, without a moment's delay, a tall and imposing figure leapt into the martial stage.
Darian looked at him. It was a green-skinned man, over two meters tall, with a terrifyingly strong build. Two white tusks jutted out of his mouth, and his eyes were sharp. He was an Orc — a humanoid species that had evolved completely toward the physical side to survive and fight for territory against powerful beasts.
"You defeated the second and third princes of my planet. Naturally, that means you face me now," he roared, his voice booming with pride. "I am Brakar, the number one Prince!"
He stared down at the small human with a look of utter disdain, then added coldly, "I originally didn't want to bother with you, since you're not even worthy of being my opponent. But I've had enough of your arrogance. Do you really think you're somebody now? Too bad — to me, you're just another joke!"
Darian gave a faint smile, saying nothing.
