While Asher walked to ring number four, Art was finding himself face to face with his first opponent.
"Kid, are you sure you want to be here? This isn't some easy tournament. You need to be a real martial artist to take this on." The man who spoke was fairly older than Art and was clearly stronger in many ways.
"You know. I have asked myself that a lot. But I have friends that are waiting for me to win. A brother judging from up there in that tower who needs to see me crush my opponents. And parents in the audience waiting to see just what I've become. I more than want to be here." Art spoke with steel in his voice. He had exchanged his gloves for basic hand wraps since there was no metal in them. So he couldn't be called out for using a super power.
