Round 4

"I can't believe that I actually came," Midnight muttered under her breath as she glanced forward at the center of the arena.

'Well, this could prove useful, after all. Zaroth, even though he has a dragon at his disposal, I doubt he would use it now. As such, he's going to have to use his other abilities,'

She quickly observed the arena. It was on the smaller side, and as there were more rounds to be held, there wasn't much audience at the moment—only about a dozen people.

This was surely going to change in the future as the later rounds would be a popular event that most people wouldn't want to miss out on.

The current fight was going to be between Zaroth, who was holding a spear in both hands, and a tall man with heavy armor and blonde hair.

Weirdly enough, despite the heavy armor the man had, he hadn't placed any kind of protective gear on his head—no helmet or anything of the sort.