Time for my fight

The fights continued to go by monotonously, and my number was called upon. 

"Number fifty six, enter the ring." the deacon said.

I looked at who was entering the ring with me. I needed to know who I was up against. I saw some movement from the side of the participants where all of the older disciples were standing.

And the moment he moved, every single person next to him gave way immediately.

"Damn it. He seems to be someone a little important. I knew my luck wasn't completely good. He must have messed up my battle for sure." I realized.

Reluctantly, I got onto the ring. The person opposite to me looked ferocious. He glanced at me, and his eyebrows lifted up with surprise.