The visitor wore a large black robe that completely concealed his figure, blending into the surrounding night. The cloak covered his face, with only a few wispy strands of fire-red hair falling from the edges, gathering around his fair chin.
"Eye Demon..." Simonyi muttered to himself.
This was the nickname of the man in the black robe in front of him, a title the man had revealed himself the last time they met.
"Hehe..." The Eye Demon let out a vaguely amused chuckle. A sharp gaze seemed to be scrutinizing Simonyi from within the shadows of the cloak. After a while he asked slowly, "How's the atmosphere of this Eastern Martial Arts Exchange Competition? Still the same old rhetoric?"
