A Sky Arena staff member happened to glance toward the corner and suddenly widened his eyes, his jaw nearly hitting the floor.
What was that thing on the ground? A head.
What was that red stuff spreading across the floor? Blood.
Blood flowing from the neck of that headless corpse!
The floor was dirty again!! Cleaning it was such a pain!
"Contestant, you—" he blurted out, instinctively stepping toward the crime scene.
The culprit looked very familiar: white hair, blue eyes, black tattoos on his face and hands. He was the Sky Arena's wildly popular new champion.
He was famous for his impressive strength at such a young age, as well as his nasty habit of toying with opponents during fights and constantly trash-talking them.
Of course, the biggest reason for his fame was probably that face of his. All the other contestants in the Sky Arena combined couldn't beat it.
"He's a wanted criminal." The wildly popular new champion stood where he was, holding his phone with a lazy air of confidence.
"No, I mean, could you please do this somewhere else next time? If someone walks through here, they'll track blood all over the place!" the staff member said sternly.
What an odd thing to focus on... You had to hand it to someone who worked at the Sky Arena.
But—
An invisible slash grazed the staff member's cheek and struck the floor behind him, carving a crack into it.
"I don't need you telling me what to do." The white-haired, blue-eyed boy spoke in a low voice. His eyes, which had gradually been praised as beautiful and rare, like Sky Jewels, since he first appeared in the Sky Arena, stared at the man indifferently.
Those eyes represented more than just the sky.
They also represented beauty and