Constantine's speeches were getting longer and longer between each phase, but that was nothing different from last time, and Khalor armed himself with patience.
Even though his blood was boiling with anger and eagerness, it wasn't worth the repercussions of confronting the woman just yet. But the time would come sooner than later.
Once the chairwoman was done with her long and winding speech, she announced the start of the semi-finals. Three bouts were left before the end of this tournament.
Astaroth looked at Phoenix, and she gazed back. There was anticipation in both gazes, as both knew the next bout would send them to the finals.
"Hold nothing back. You ought to know you'll lose if you do." Astaroth told Phoenix, a smirk creeping up his lips.
"Don't get ahead of yourself, Wolfy. You are talking to a pro player. Even if you have the strength to back your words, have a little respect." Phoenix answered smugly.
