The injured white strongman had a dejected look on his face because he had lost. "Go ahead and gloat, Jack, but be careful you don't run into a real tough one, like those masters they've just recruited!"
"Ha, then you can only hope that Jesus is watching over you!"
Jack snorted at that, considering such a probability to be minuscule; he didn't believe his luck could be that bad.
Sure enough, no sooner had he finished speaking than the door of the combat room was pushed open. The spectators, the people on the stage, and even those sitting in the rest area drinking coffee or chatting didn't pay much attention. But when that person walked toward the stage, things changed.
The atmosphere gradually became tense.
A woman—of course, there were quite a few female members among the adventurers, and nobody dared to underestimate those black widows. But the problem was...
