Kyle let out a sigh as he defeated his hundredth opponent.
After the illusory figure proclaimed him the victor, he settled on the stage to simply gaze at the sky. The second round for him ended, yet many individuals around him were still engaged in battle, endeavoring to overcome their adversaries. Fortunately or not, he did not face any of his friends after Carcel.
The atmosphere was thick with potent energy due to the ongoing battles. He rested his hand on the stage beneath him, and with a crack, a subtle ripple of light emanated in various directions from his palm.
The illusionary figure standing next to him gazed at him as he closed his eyes. The figure wanted him to leave the stage, but when it saw no new fighter had come to battle on the stage, it simply let Kyle be since the human had completed his battles.
