Watching Superalloy Darkshine strike pose after pose before him, Vetto's mind uncontrollably flashed back to everything that had happened before.
First, he had been dragged down and drained of magic by that Shinobi World brat called Nagato Uzumaki, losing in humiliating fashion.
Right after that, that "Garou" had come for him.
With his unfathomable martial arts, Garou had completely countered the Beast Magic Vetto was so proud of, leaving him to suffer a one-sided beating and merciless humiliation.
Two losses in a single day!
For Vetto, who revered the law of the jungle and called himself "Despair," it was like having his pride pinned to the ground and ground into the dirt again and again.
"I've already decided. Once this tournament ends, I'll apply to join the Army, fight for the position of admiral, and become my people's pillar of support on Sea Star!"
Vetto's fists clenched tight, his nails almost digging into the flesh of his palms, his knuckles letting out cracking pops.
"If I lose this one too, how am I supposed to establish myself at Army Headquarters?"
"I have to win!"
Vetto let out a roar in his heart like a wounded beast.
Orange-red magic began spilling uncontrollably from his body.
Like a volcano on the verge of eruption, he exuded a suffocating pressure.
In midair, the host, Gatz, sensed the explosive tension in the arena.
He wasted no more words, lifted the microphone to his lips, and shouted with all his might, "First elimination match of the Loser's Bracket!"
"Battle start!"
"Duel!"
[Boom----]
The instant Gatz's words fell, the air inside the Multiverse Duel Arena seemed to ignite.
There was no probing, and no flashy back-and-forth. The battle erupted at the slightest spark.
"Beast Magic. Leopard Rush!"
"Beast Magic. Rhino Armor!"
"Beast Magic. Bear claw!"
Vetto