'These fuckers know I am going die for certain?'
Almond tightened his grip on the sword. 'Fucking hell…'
He may be talented and powerful, prodigious even. But he didn't think of himself as arrogant enough to beat someone titled like Garo, the Maestro of Myriad Arts, someone who was fighting here for over ten fucking years.
'That cat just sent me to death, but I ain't gonna die,' Almond gripped his sword while a sweat bead formed on his forehead. 'Anyway, surrendering is possible, right? But I never saw the dwarf or that orc woman mention it. In a previous fight, she only told me to kill my opponent to win or die….'
"Ladies and gentlemen, let us welcome the legend, Gaaaaro! The Maestro of Myriad Arts"
Almond looked ahead and saw a figure coming out of the opposite battlefield entrance over a hundred meters away.
The screens all around in the sky showed his figure in clarity for everyone as the audience erupted in loud cheers.