In the seventh arena, Grand Elder Broddy jumped down after announcing the start of the match, as it was pretty crowded there. Indeed, the eleven princes were spitefully eyeing Prince Zokaka, standing confidently in the center of the stage. None spouted any nonsense though like any other day because today, they all had witnessed how strong Zokaka was. Without further ado, they all pulled out their swords, some hammers, and some short spears, brandishing them as if they were about to face a ferocious dragon.
'This bastard is freakishly strong! A real wolf in sheep's clothing. We must stop him.' The same thought crossed their minds. However, as they were thinking of a plan to subdue the Seventh Prince, the first to act was Prince Jagatva, who dashed with a war cry, hammering at him. Clothing with a deep fiery red hue of Origin chi, the war hammer came down on Zokaka's head. "Daring to kill my cousin. Die, bastard!" he hissed as he struck the hammer down.
