“Mr. Chance…”
Theodore wanted to know if Jared was confident in beating Ichiro, for he thought it would be better for the man to just surrender. Losing face is nothing compared to getting cut down like that.
In response, Jared simply kept silent and gave Theodore a reassuring look, so the man said nothing else but shifted his attention back to the arena.
By then, the arena had already been cleaned up. Enraged, the Thymion team looked daggers at Ichiro for killing one of their own, but they dared not to say a word. After all, every fighter who participated in the competition knew exactly what they signed up for, so no form of retaliation was acceptable.
“So who’s next?” questioned Ichiro arrogantly, holding his long sword as he looked around.
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