Two muscular men stood atop a massive arena stage, locked in a tense standoff.
Both of them had massive, ripped physiques like professional bodybuilders.
The first man was in a battle stance, clearly nervous, eyes sharp and body tense, ready to strike at any moment.
The other man, by contrast, wore a calm expression, not even bothering to look directly at the opponent in front of him.
Gong... Gingin...
A bell-like sound echoed across the stadium, signaling the start of the battle.
Without wasting a second, the agitated man slammed his foot against the stage. As if by magic, sharp pieces of stones broke off from the ground and began hovering behind him.
Yet, the man with the calm expression didn't move.
He made no attempt to counter.
"Die for me, you f..." the man with the stone growled.
But just before he could finish his sentence, the calm man slowly reached for the knife at his waist.
He drew it slightly from its sheath... then, just as suddenly, slid it back in.
