"Level 2 Turtle, even if you're not a coward, you'll never get my approval."
"Overestimating yourself! You could have maintained an undefeated myth, yet you choose to leave a blemish."
"I bet the world's second won't last twenty rounds!"
"Twenty rounds! You're giving him too much credit. At most ten rounds, and he'll have to step down."
"Bad luck, encountering a guy with advanced talent in the first match."
No matter what he does, the world's second is always wrong!
Fame attracts jealousy, and the world's second-ranking with B-level Combat Power reaching Tier Ten Thousand made many Lords envious.
"Blood Race Ayide enters the arena with early-stage A-level strength."
"Level 2 Turtle, I didn't expect you'd dare step into the Golden Arena. Defeating you should earn me a nice reward."
Ayide licked his scarlet lips. Numerous early-stage A-level challengers want to take on the world's second, but he took the lead, and other Lords obediently queued at the challenge window.
