As the final digit slowly faded from the air, the entire Central Arena did not erupt into deafening cheers like it had during the previous matches.
Instead, an eerie silence descended over the arena because, whether it was the hundreds of thousands of spectators present or the countless players watching from viewing centers across the real world, everyone held their breath in unison. No one wanted to miss what was widely regarded as the most anticipated battle of this Chosen Tournament.
At the center of the battlefield, Zich did not charge forward immediately. Nameless remained completely motionless as well.
Separated by nearly a hundred meters, the two simply stared at one another in silence. Neither was willing to be the first to shatter the suffocating calm.
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds...
Many spectators had already begun sweating nervously.
"Why aren't they moving?"
"What are they waiting for?"
