Below the arena, the audience shouted loudly, their eyes filled with madness, indifferent to the death occurring on stage.
The victor stood up from the stage, his slender frame seeming somewhat grander for having won the match, his face beaming with a smile as he prepared for the next fight.
The arena's indicator lights lit up, spinning around before automatically selecting a new opponent.
The lights pointed to a middle-aged man wearing a beret.
Henry and the women with him tensed up immediately, for this man was an awakener.
The man in the beret smiled mockingly and leaped onto the stage.
He scornfully addressed his opponent, "It seems you, like me, have a fondness for this bloody style."
The slender man, unaware that he was facing an awakener, clenched his fists just as before, fixating on his opponent.
With the sound of a bell, the fight began.
They both threw fierce punches, colliding with each other.
