"The fights will be held in two main groups, and the winner of each fight will advance to the next round. The final situation of 'A' and 'B' groups are right ahead of you. The matchings will be determined by drawing lots!"
The images reflected on the big wall that Sokom was pointing at were large enough for everyone to see. Thousands of people were checking tables A and B.
The two people, who arrived recently, were at the bottom of the list and were in different groups. Edgan was going to fight in Group A, and Mel was going to battle in Group B. The young man in a red outfit took his gaze off the wall and called out to his friend.
"Mel, no matter what happens, I will make you turn back from the road you took!"
Edgan's lips did not move. By using his energy, he directed his voice directly into Mel's ears.
"Is that so? You can try your luck if you don't die until you reach the final!"
