"Hehe, it's our turn." Almost two hours later, it was finally their turn.
Barbara and Maisa's hands were itchy, and they were full of competitive spirit. Being in the same group as Amon gave them unbelievable confidence that they could make it through the qualifiers with ease and, because of that, they would go all out, even if they got worn out, as they wanted to test the limits of their current strength.
Amon opened his eyes when he heard it was their turn.
Slowly climbing the stadium with his hands in his pockets. Barbara and Maisa stayed close to him.
Some of the participants glared at Amon. That's because while they were nervous and paying close attention to the fight, this bastard had his eyes closed!
This was revolting!
Does this bastard think he's a big one?
Ha, I'll show him how naive he is!
That was the thinking of some of the attendees. Of course, others hadn't noticed since they were too busy paying attention to Amon.
