"Up next, the Absolute Offense and Defense Combination, who have achieved eight consecutive victories—Blue Red Frog and Ironclad Snail—will face the newly formed Don't Care Combination...!" The host hesitated when he read the words "Don't Care," thinking he had misread them. His smile stiffened as he tried to continue, only to be interrupted by waves of laughter.
"Hahahahaha! This is killing me! That Don't Care name really doesn't care about anything!" Blue Red Frog, a tall and skinny man emanating a sinister aura, clutched his stomach and laughed until he could barely breathe.
"Hahahahaha! Y-you're r-right!" The Soul Master called Ironclad Snail was as fat as an enormous turtle, laughing so hard that tears nearly flowed from his eyes.
Spurred on by the two of them, jeers and even mocking laughter rang throughout the Soul Fighting Arena. All the spectators instinctively looked down on this oddly named combination.
The host tried several times to make the introduction, but seeing how arrogantly the two behaved, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with a tissue. After lowering his head to glance once more at the name that represented a Bloody Storm in the Soul Fighting Arena, he fled the stage as if running for his life.
"Laugh, then! Why did you stop laughing?" A cold voice, slightly echoing from the other entrance, suddenly rang out. Amid the crowd's shocked and even terrified gazes, Madara slowly emerged from the entrance.
At that moment, the entire Soul Fighting Arena fell so silent that a pin drop could be heard, whether on the fighting platform or in the stands. Every gaze converged on that blood-red figure.
"B-b-blood..." Ironclad Snail pointed at Madara with a trembling hand, stammering the words out. The mockery in his tone had been replaced by a quiver of fear.