"Winner, Ramon"
Silence.
The coliseum for the tournament was as silent as a graveyard.
The spectators for this under-17 tournament could not believe their eyes, they felt like they were witnessing history as for the first time, they finally paid more attention to this boy that was previously unknown.
"Ramon, who is he?"
"Is he a Winsmoke?"
"Out of nowhere, he's already made a name for himself, even defeating Hazard, the prodigy of the Tempest family!"
"Damn! He's a Darkhorse!"
"We love dark horses!"
As the medical practitioners in charge of this tournament rushed to the combat arena to attend to the injured descendant of the Tempest family, despite feeling dizzy due to losing so much blood, Hazard stayed glaring at his opponent.
If horses were trees and his wishes could come true, his eyes would turn into legendary swords with which he would assassinate this boy.
