"Oh! How brutal! Blood's pouring out—bet that hurts... Yet even after heavily wounding his opponent, Brother Bali isn't rushing. He's still being cautious, neither lowering his shield nor his spear. He's slowly pacing in circles, closing in... Oh! Beautiful defense! Brother Bali has returned empty-handed... Wait! That was just a feint. Now he's... Aagh! I wouldn't want to take that hit—it looks incredibly painful... Ah! Another strike after turning around! Gentlemen, remember to cover your female companions' eyes. This scene isn't suitable for helping anyone sleep... Still not surrendering? If it were me, I'd give up, lest I bleed to death... That's right, that's right! His opponent has thrown down his weapon and raised his hands in surrender! The battle is over! The referee, doctors, and stretcher bearers have rushed in... Though he's helpless, perhaps unwilling, and somewhat desperate, it was absolutely worth it. No matter how generous the prize money was, you had to be alive to enjoy it!"
The sun sank in the west, filling the sky with evening clouds. The one-on-one duels in the arena had gone on for dozens of matches. Even the booming-voiced announcer on the hosting platform had been replaced twice. The successive duels had dazzled the spectators, who cheered and shouted their satisfaction. At last, people lit Eternal Lamps and torches in the arena, illuminating it as brightly as day. The Selection Tournament finally determined its last winner among the eight finalists.
In the arena, a warrior bathed in the light of the Eternal Lamps raised his spear and sturdy shield, then roared at the sky.
"Everyone, the winner of this duel—and the final member of the Selection Tournament's eight finalists—is the Wilderness Warrior from across the sea, Azae Yi, Gather Courage, Brother Bali!"
The announcer's voice, carried through a specially made speaking