Over the holographic screen, the alien crime lord in Box 12 slammed his cane against the glass, his face twisting in rage. "What are you doing, Xander?! I already made a claim to that artifact! Are you trying to insult me?!"
The Black Cobra Leader didn't answer. He merely removed the cigar from his mouth and focused on the arena.
The scaled alien gritted his teeth. "That brat!" He cut off the holographic transmission and turned to one of his own attendants. "Make sure we win that artifact! Do whatever it takes to win! We cannot let him insult us like this!"
Back on the podium, the host glanced up at the screen as the identification numbers appeared.
"Oh! It seems we have just two bidders!"
He glanced toward the first number.
"Participant 019 from Box 4, please present your fighter."
