Fingertips were holding onto the edge of a rocky slab. Eventually, Brack had pulled himself up and stood on the edge of the strange makeshift arena he was on.
"That was a close one; that Qi energy almost blew me away to the floor. If I weren't a middle-stage warrior, maybe I would have been blown all the way back to the Neverfall Clan base," Brack said, wiping the sweat off from his head.
"That punch from before... I can't even imagine how strong Belil really is! I thought maybe Raze would have a chance. After all, he's the Dark Magus who took on Sha Mo!"
"Weren't Sha Mo and Belil meant to be of equal strength? It doesn't seem like that, and I can't really follow what they were saying before, either."
Brack started to scratch his head, as he couldn't believe he was about to bear witness to the fight that was going to take place.
