''The Group B fighters, enter the arena!'' Amy's voice echoed in the stadium.
The stadium's lights disappeared, and soon only one area was lit up.
The faces of the young men and women in that area became pale white.
They stood up with shaky legs and slowly made their way over to the arena.
''Bummer, it wasn't our turn.'' Mathias crossed his arms and pouted— he turned towards Ichiro and grinned, ''I guess you survived a little bit longer.''
Ichiro rolled his eyes.
While Group B walked towards the arena.
In one of the VIP stands, near Ichiro's location.
A voluptuous woman with rose-colored lips and a beautiful face was sitting while a pale middle-aged man was standing next to her. She had long flowy blond hair reaching all the way to her buttocks, and her face showed her excitement about this tournament.
''Miss Em, is there anything you need?'' The middle-aged man asked with a respectful bow.
