Watching the panda as residual energy from the blast remained on his fur in globs of white, burning masses of mana, Mencius caught his breath that was left in the dome turned oven.
"Come forth, Hongse!"
Tossing his treasured blade to the side, it embedded itself into the lot of sand directly next to Hongse's hammer.
"What's this!? Mencius casted his all-powerful sword to the side! Is he trying to play with his food here!?"
Announcing from the top-levels of the arena, Asmodeus' voice rang out as the crowd was left wondering what led to this unbecoming choice of the calculating, verdant-haired man.
"Ghh…! Right into the stand! The nerve of that bastard…!"
Ju-Long gritted his teeth at the sight of the treasured sword being planted into the sea of sand, his anger manifesting tangibly as the ground around him vibrated.
Woah there, big guy! Ren thought.
