"Heh—finally, it's my turn. I hope my opponent won't disappoint me."
Divine Wind bit down on that signature toothpick of his.
He slowly walked out from the shadows of the passageway.
He completely ignored the blazing atmosphere that seemed capable of flipping the dome and the deafening cheers all around him.
In his sharp, hawk-like eyes, there was only the coming battle, and his anticipation for a powerful opponent.
Over the past few days in the competitors' lounge, he had watched Bang, Darkshine, and the others shine brilliantly in the arena and make their names known across the myriad worlds.
The heart he possessed as a top-tier swordsman had long since grown restless.
Bang's performance and newfound fame had stirred no small amount of envy and competitive spirit in him.
Every minute and second of waiting had made him impatient.
And now, he had finally been chosen for a match. Every cell in his body seemed to be cheering with joy.
He was even more eager to try his hand, wishing he could immediately draw the blade at his waist and unleash his proud Atomic Slash at his opponent.
Then there was Naraku, walking out from the gate on the other side.
He wore a wide-sleeved robe, elegant and ancient in style. As a light breeze brushed past, his garments fluttered.
This outfit truly gave his entire person an Eastern, classical charm.
He looked like an otherworldly hermit who had stepped out from an ancient painting.
The gentle smile hanging on his face
had washed away every trace of the dark and evil great demon aura he once possessed, making him seem especially approachable.
His steps were neither hurried nor slow.
Every calm, unhurried step seemed to fall in accordance with some hidden rhythm.
In truth, the reason Naraku had