"Ladies and Gentleman, with all the exciting matches we are now at the last match before the end of the first round, let's welcome the last two participants of the first round"
"On one side we have martial artist, Jigal Sung from the martial family of the sixth floor, who is known for his extensive intelligence and the ability to outsmart his enemies"
Jigal sung, a familiar face appeared in the arena.
His face was the same as always, anyone who saw him would have the urge to punch a hole through his face.
His demeanor was annoying as ever, with his head held high, his nose directed towards the sky he walked to the center of the arena haughtily and stood waiting for his opponent.
The commentator who confirmed the arrival of Jigal Sung turned his attention towards his opponent.
"... and on the right side we have …um…."
But there was a sudden stop in the excited voice of the commentator.
The unusually short silence of the commentator attracted the attention of the audience.
