Ragna sat on top of an unconscious opponent, a bored expression plastered on his face. The crowd around the arena was going wild.
"Oh my god, even Frederick was beaten!!"
"The White Giant! We're witnessing the birth of a legend, right before our eyes. A cumulative win streak of…"
"... 50! In the history of the Battleworld, only a few have managed to achieve this. And all of them, without exception, possess legendary talent."
The excited voices of the crowd didn't elicit a response from the bored Ragna, who remained indifferent to all the praise.
'What a waste of time.'
Ragna mulled over his matches, unsatisfied. It had been fun for the first ten to fifteen rounds, but the novelty quickly wore off when he realized his opponents were worse than rubbish.
He wanted a challenge.
