Minos snickered after seeing the flashy entrance of the Guardian. Johnson walked inside the ring as the crowd cheered his name.
"Johnson, you're amazing!"
"Do it in under a minute, Johnson!"
"Johnson, we love you!"
…
With the crowd cheering for the other person, Minos could only sigh. He twisted his mallet and assumed a defensive stance, "It seems like everyone else in your side."
"Don't be silly," Johnson chuckled. "They just like me for my title."
The bell rang and the two men clashed their magic. Johnson conjured a sand wave that Minos blocked with a surge of electric shocks like a rain of lightning bolt.
"Your magic can approach Zeus if you harness it," Johnson said. "Try being trained by him for once. Who knows? You might even surpass the old man."
"I don't care about those fancy titles and your fame and money," Minos said. He rushed to where Johnson was, raising his mallet and slamming it to the man.
