The crowd was already roaring before the names even locked on the holographic screen above the dome.
CLASS ZERO vs. NEXUS FOURTH UNIT
A stir went through the stands.
Class Zero? Against them?
It wasn't a fair match. At least, that's what everyone thought.
Nexus Fourth Unit—top-ranked seniors from one of the satellite academies. Trained killers with real-world field ops under their belt. Their squad leader, Tress Ralkin, had taken down a C-rank hydra-type beast on his own last semester. They were elite. Untouchable.
The Nexus team stood at the far end of the arena, already stretching and smirking like they were about to crush some first-year bugs.
Tress stepped forward with that ugly half-smile, running a hand through his jet-black hair. "Didn't know they were letting children play in the big leagues today."
Lucian didn't respond. He just slid his jacket off one shoulder and kept walking until he hit the middle line.
