Time seemed to stand still. Several figures froze in place before their bodies slowly toppled over.
It was the same familiar scene again.
"Can no one stop them?"
In the stands, someone frowned as they watched the three figures leave.
Especially the Black-Robed Man leading them.
Esidisi and Wamuu had already revealed their appearances. Their current strength was limited, so they could not fight as effortlessly as Kaz while still concealing their identities.
Their opponents were not even worthy of laying a hand on Kaz.
They had simply stopped bothering to hide.
But that did no good. Aside from their appearances and names, information about Esidisi and Wamuu was practically nonexistent on these seas.
Some even speculated that the three belonged to a powerful organization hidden somewhere in a remote corner of the sea.
Esidisi and Wamuu had actually performed exceptionally well. Even in the Sky Arena, they could have ranked among the upper floors.
Many people saw them as young monsters.
After cutting their way through one opponent after another, this "Nameless Team" was already nearing the end.
Their journey had been far too smooth.
No one could match them, and watching them had even begun to grow a little tiresome.
The spectators were more interested in seeing someone force the Black-Robed Man to show his true strength.
Unfortunately, one powerful fighter after another, each carrying high expectations, had fallen to the "Nameless Team."
An extraordinary dark horse had suddenly emerged, charging unstoppably toward the championship throne of the World Fighting Tournament.
That spectacle had drawn considerable attention to the World Fighting Tournament.
Kaz had no particularly strong feelings about the World Fighting Tournament.
He had merely come to amuse himself.
Accustomed to being alone, he felt somewhat uncomfortable under so many watchful eyes and could not enjoy the