Whoa!
The crowd cheered as a man with a large build collapsed on the ground in a pool of his own blood. His face was smashed into a pulp while his limbs hung like a whip, the bones within crushed beyond belief.
The man was a pretty famed character, and his death riled up the crowd's excitement.
The event anchor shouted through his Martial Spirit that resembled a mike. He was at the Martial Origin Stage, having fused with a sound-related fusion material. He didn't have any offensive abilities, cultivated solely to become an anchor.
And he did a damn well job at that, riling up the crowd.
"The three-time champion bites the dust so easily. Do we have a new winner? Will the previous record be broken once again tonight?" He shouted enthusiastically.
"Encore!"
"Encore!"
The crowd began to chant as the anchor shouted with renewed excitement, "Good news! The Martial King has prepared a new contender for our darkhorse, warrior Dwun!"
