The outcome on Arena No. 7 had held no suspense. Against the dark expression of the "Sword of Judgment," the referee declared Scorpion the victor.
There had truly been little to watch in this match. By the end, even Leon had yawned several times in succession.
Still, it was the first match after all. Racking his brains, Angel forcibly squeezed out a few points of summary: "When your strength is high enough, you can use an ox-cleaver to kill a chicken."
The second match was on Arena No. 18.
When they arrived, they "just happened" to see Glen standing at the entrance to the spectator passage. The moment he saw them, Glen immediately came forward. "I just got here. I was wondering whether I might run into you, and I actually did. How about we go in together?"
Angel did not believe Glen's words. Leon had originally held no particular opinion of Glen, but now he too felt that something was off about him. The spectator passage of Arena No. 18 was bustling with people, yet Glen alone stood planted at the entrance. No matter how one looked at it, it did not seem like a chance encounter. He was plainly telling a barefaced lie.
Leon had wanted to secretly signal Angel to refuse Glen's request. However, before his hint could get across, Angel nodded. "All right."
Having received an affirmative answer, Glen immediately revealed a brilliant smile.
There were still ten minutes until the battle began, but when they entered, they found that the seats were practically full.
Seeing this, Glen frowned. "I had a few friends save some seats for me. Wait here a moment. I'll go take a look."
With that, Glen headed in a certain direction.
After Glen left, Leon immediately said, "There's always something strange