The crowd's cheers from the first fight were fading when the announcer raised his hand again.
"Next up! Contestant Number Two, Rynar Revalis, versus Contestant Number Thirty-One!"
Instantly, the arena grew louder.
"The twin's up!"
"Let's see if he's really grown strong just like he says he is!"
Rynar then walked into the arena calmly, and from the opposite side, a young man with short orange hair entered.
He had a smug grin on his face, and also he had a curved blade on his waist.
He took out his sword and pointed it at Rynar.
"So you're Rynar, huh? The so-called troublemaker who ran from the clan. Can't believe you came crawling back."
Some in the crowd laughed, while others whispered.
Rynar didn't even react. He just scratched the back of his neck and yawned. "You talk too much."
The boy snorted, stepping closer.
"Even if you trained hard somewhere out there, you're still weak. I'll make sure everyone remembers that."
