"It's finally this guy's turn. I wonder if I'll get to see why everyone thinks he's the strongest," Skullius wondered excitedly while leaning forward from his seat.
On the white platform encased in a thin barrier, a man with long white hair tied into a ponytail was standing on the platform. He wore a comically plush sky blue jacket with a fuzzy exterior, shivering as he stood.
He blew into his hands as he felt cold, cursing the chill every chance he got.
For to him, it was definitely more than a bit cold.
This man was regarded as the strongest individual among all the Families. He had never known defeat. Every tale told about him ended with him catching victory.
Very few had ever seen him fight, which made many doubt the prospect of whether or not he truly couldn't be defeated but his very air made everyone believe that at the very least, he was immensely powerful.