As Ivan's commanding voice echoed throughout the arena, a hushed silence fell over the Colosseum. This audacious challenge was more than just a blatant act of disrespect to every contender present; it was a resounding statement that reverberated through the air, boldly asserting their superiority over all the warriors gathered.
Ivan's calculated move had achieved precisely what he intended—an intrigued expression flickered across the tyrant King's face. It seemed that this was the most effective way to communicate their intentions. However, now came the crucial part: they needed to back up their audacious words with action.
"Send them all," Azonai ordered his guard, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.
"Your Highness, that's..." the guard hesitated, clearly aware of the magnitude of the request.
"Don't make me repeat myself," Azonai's voice cut through the air like a blade, heavy with a lethal promise.
