Clapping sound filled the Martial Hall as two men, one from the Radiant Palm and the other from the Iron Body, walked out of the platform unharmed.
Gazing at the face of the huge-lipped guy sitting at his left, Kai frowned, then tilted his gaze from the guy.
'I wish I can meet him one on one,' he said in his thought.
The chime sound of the coordinators cut through the air, silencing every mouth. No name was spoken, but Kai felt disturbed.
"Next Match: Iron Body & Shadow Cult."
Silence swallowed the hall like fire, letting Kai's hard swallow sound as if a woofer was installed in him.
Kai didn't move, neither did Jim. Both of them stood there, staring at each other, as if the cord binding them to their souls had been torn.
"You're representing," Jim said, face tensed.
"Me?" Kai asked, thoughts reeling like a rolling disc inside him.
"Yes, go." Jim said, gesturing for the boy to move to the platform.
