The scene before Dongguan's eyes shifted.
His feet touched solid ground, and he arrived in the arena.
He had selected his weapon early on, and a long saber was in his hand.
Just then, he saw delight appear on the four opponents' faces.
Did they feel lucky because I'm a warrior? Or because I have three eyes? Dongguan paid it no mind and instead observed the four.
Even though he was certain all four opponents were considerably weaker than he was.
Still, every battle deserved to be taken seriously, whether virtual or real. It was an attitude that might someday decide life and death.
From Dongguan's perspective, from right to left stood a three-eyed man in blood-colored armor, a three-eyed youth in white robes holding a sword, a veiled woman in purple robes, and a burly two-eyed man holding a battle-axe.
The Blood-Armored Man held a saber and shield, a standard warrior.
The White-Robed Youth held a sword and was also dressed as a warrior.
Spikes of light gathered around the Purple-Robed Woman. She was a Psychic.
As for the Battle-Axe Burly Man, an Ochre Yellow glow rose from his body. He was probably of the earth attribute.
Looking down on me? Dongguan found the delight on their faces amusing.
But then he saw the four swiftly gather together, with the Battle-Axe Burly Man and Blood-Armored Man in front, the Purple-Robed Woman at the rear, and the White-Robed Youth off to the rear flank. It felt as though they were treating him like a game boss.
"Come on, then." Tightening his grip on his long saber, Dongguan charged.
Spikes of light came flying at him. Although the woman stood at the very back, her attacks arrived first.
His long saber swept through the air like a flash of white light,