"The tournament is easy peasy. There is no one who can beat him in the entire realm. So why waste my time worrying about that?" Calen shrugged his shoulders, his tone brimming with confidence. The other man, Marcus, looked thin with a face that resembled a rat, his expression skeptical.
"Easy peasy? Do you really believe that?" Marcus retorted, his voice tinged with incredulity. "The tournament is filled with more people than you could even imagine. Many of them are talented and strong. There are certainly individuals who should be watched out for."
Calen scoffed, dismissing Marcus's words. "Like whom?" he challenged, a hint of disbelief in his voice. "Like whom, Marcus? None of them are famous or have any power like me. I'm the chosen one, destined for greatness."
