"Mr. Sullen…"
Timothy wanted to know if Jacob was confident in beating Isakatsu, for he thought it would be better for the man to just surrender. Losing face is nothing compared to getting cut down like that.
In response, Jacob simply kept silent and gave Timothy a reassuring look, so the man said nothing else but shifted his attention back to the arena.
By then, the arena had already been cleaned up. Enraged, the Tetouan team looked daggers at Isakatsu for killing one of their own, but they dared not to say a word. After all, every fighter who participated in the competition knew exactly what they signed up for, so no form of retaliation was acceptable.
"So who's next?" questioned Isakatsu arrogantly, holding his long sword as he looked around.
