Sam stood confidently against Tomas Wichura, his arms crossed, his face displaying little to no concern for his opponent.
Tomas Wichura felt a vein pop up on his forehead. 'This guy is too arrogant. He must think he can win. Just you wait; I will wipe that smirk off his face.'
Sam could discern what his opponent was thinking, but he simply didn't care. 'This fight is nothing but an obligatory task I have to complete to prevent this bug from bugging me and my Amelia in the future.'
He shook his head in boredom. 'Compared to this, I'm more interested in the diabolical conspiracy those old men planned for us. I hope they have prepared an entertaining show for us.'
"Let the battle begin," Kate's figure disappeared, leaving the two fighters standing alone in the arena.
'I will let him make the first move,' Sam shrugged. 'Let's see what kind of weapons and techniques he uses. I might even be able to learn them.'
Sam's eyes gleamed.
