At this distance, in this situation, and with those few powerful individuals who had infiltrated the arena earlier, any battle that broke out would result in inconceivable losses and consequences. Even he himself was in more dire straits than before.
With this thought, the young king took a deep breath. He raised his hand to signal the guards in the arena to lower their guard and, with a smile, said softly, "...Prince David Uthos, welcome... to your arrival..." As he spoke, any explanation or denial seemed utterly futile. Klinsmann, caught in this predicament, desperately racked his brains for a solution to the unfolding crisis.
It was then that David's gaze fell upon Kasim, the Martial Technique Master, who was on full alert. "Let me see, oh? Is this the opponent you've found for me?"
[Arrogance]
Damn it!
