Arthur entered the dark locker rooms, lighting a candle as he plopped down on one of the benches and sighed. The room was warm and cozy but contained the squalid scent of body odor.
All other competitors had entered the stands to spectate the various battles. Arthur circulated mana across his body, inspecting the damage to his circuits in-depth after straining them so much.
However, it was necessary.
The more Cassius spent his vitality, the more power he amassed. Although the crimson-eyed man refrained from attacking initially, he was forced to do so once the power exceeded his ability to dominate.
His purpose was not only to defeat Cassius but also to instill a particular kind of fear in the hearts of the crowd, Elder Feyright. Moreover, to Elder Gabriel, Arthur displayed unwavering determination and dominating potential and power.
