He lost!
One-Eyed Eagle had lost his very first match, and it had been a crushing defeat. A member of the Dragon Race had ground him into the dirt.
In the end, he had been beaten unconscious without landing a single counterattack.
"Sorry..." After being rescued from the arena, One-Eyed Eagle covered his face as he received treatment, even shedding tears.
Everyone looked a little dejected, but they still comforted him. "Your opponent was one of the Dragon Race's top fighters. He dropped down from Krypton-level. There's no shame in losing to him."
Cang Tu burst out with powerful gamma radiation and laughed. "What top fighter? He's only a tiny bit stronger than Haibo Mu Da. He couldn't even get a slot on the Dragon Race delegation's team!"
One-Eyed Eagle hurriedly said, "You're laughing too soon. Wally and Feis are both much stronger than me!"
Wally's brow furrowed slightly. In truth, he and One-Eyed Eagle were about evenly matched. Seeing One-Eyed Eagle lose so badly made his face turn pale.
"What's there to be scared of? Wally, your next opponent is just from a lower civilization," Brando said, more optimistically.
After all, if someone was a little stronger than Haibo Mu Da, didn't that qualify him as a top fighter?
Mu Da had been an emperor ranked in the top ten of Nitrogen Grade!
Clearly, One-Eyed Eagle had drawn an excessively strong opponent.
The Great Assembly left little time to study opponents, because every matchup was randomly assigned at the last minute. It tested individual ability, reducing the coaching staff's ability to prepare targeted strategies to a minimum.
That meant they had to analyze every registered contestant. They had assessed One-Eyed Eagle's opponent as someone against whom their chances of victory were less than ten percent, only for One-Eyed Eagle