The Mighty Cardillia

Well, now the crowd was on fire, a majority confident in Cardillia's victory.

The air buzzed with anticipation, all eyes focused on the 2 Fighters heading towards the ring. The Bihn Owo guy was slightly chubby, and though good looking… they felt there was nothing too remarkable about him.

Perhaps the only weird thing about him was the strange attire he wore.

In contrast, Cardillia’s presence was so eye-catching and imposing that it made it hard for anyone to not pay attention to her.

It also gave bonus points to know that she was a beauty with a reputation that far preceded her. As for Bihn Owo, who was he to compare?

—And again… that uniform…

They had to admit that it looked cool.

Bihn Owo had worn a uniform that was a blend of the Profound Sect’s flowy robes, and the Asgardian attire that blared majestically underneath the sun. To top it off, he had a hammer rested by his side, its weight natural to him as breathing.

Sure, it was no Mjolnir, but it will do.