The confident words from the Demon were unheard of from the crowd. Everyone, including the citizens, knew the strength of the clan heads and those at the top of the pecking order.
The regular citizens always lived in fear that they might disrespect a simple Pagan warrior and lose their life over it. Many, if they knew a Clan head was coming to visit, would just stay indoors for fear of angering a certain individual.
Those that were Pagan warriors knew this even more so, and for those that were lower ranking, the Clan heads were treated like royalty. No one would dare go up against them.
Yet here was a single person who showed no fear at all, and he was starting to live up to his nickname, the Demon, but even more so, they supported what he said.
Cheers erupted in the stadium, shaking the whole place.
"Yeah, can you believe it, a clan head has to threaten a student of all things. That wasn't what this tournament was made for in the first place."
