Arden stood over ten men that he had just beaten. They were all sprawled across the arena, breathing hard.
Arden tilted his head slightly and smirked, looking back at the other men.
"Is this all? Just as I expected... you're all just too weak. Is this all the men of the Avenora Clan can do?"
The male members clenched their fists in anger, while the female members tried to hide their laughter, but none of the male members dared to argue.
The ten men who had just fought Arden were all strong but still got defeated by him alone.
Garion crossed his arm, watching the match proudly from the sidelines. "That's my boy."
Arden then looked around, scanning the crowd, searching for someone.
When he found the one he was looking for, his eyes narrowed and his smirk widened.
"Avro! Come down here! Didn't you always say I'd never amount to anything? That I'd be nothing but a pretty face?"
Arden grinned as he spread his arms wide and stepped on one of the ten men's heads.
