Ty pondered for a moment. "Just one, now that I think of it. But that's a tale for another time," he replied, his thoughts briefly wandering to past encounters. "When does my match start, anyway?"
In response, the man pulled a remote from his pocket and switched on the TV positioned across the room. "Your turn comes after the current bout.
They'll need some time to clear the arena, so you'll have about 10 minutes to prepare and report to your designated area. From there on, it's all in your hands, Demon Boy."
Ty's gaze shifted to the TV screen, where the ongoing match unfolded with brutal intensity. Two combatants, both heavily bloodied, faced off against each other.
One wore a white gi adorned with a red band, while his opponent donned a purple gi with a black stripe around the waist.
They charged with ferocious roars, colliding mid-air in a display of raw power and skill, each absorbing punishing blows.
