"So these are Fourth-Rank battles?!"
One of the spectators shouted in astonishment.
Meanwhile another said:
"They're monsters!"
"When does their energy run out?"
Someone else asked.
"I think this is the end… they've been fighting for a long time."
"Shut up, idiot…
Can't you see how fast they are? How would their power run out this quickly when they move like that?!"
The crowd's discussions were loud and tense.
Some wanted the fight to continue.
Others argued back with the same excitement.
But the arena overseers were present to suppress any spark of conflict.
On the other hand…
The sections reserved for Third and Fourth-Rank Lords were far calmer and more focused.
The conversations were scarce and fragmented.
No one wanted to reveal useful information.
Or a decisive observation.
Not if another Lord could benefit from it.
In one section…
Snow Lord with the white eyes sat silently.
His eyes narrowed in concentration.
Suddenly…
Three Lords sat near him.
