Outside the arena, Ninth Prince Leon and Seraphina watched with bated breath, their anxiety palpable. The six opponents who had converged on Apollo were formidable, each one displaying a level of strength and skill that rivalled their own.
The tension in the air was thick as they worried about whether Apollo could withstand the onslaught from such powerful adversaries.
Apollo, however, remained composed. His eyes darted between the six attackers, analyzing and predicting their movements. Each opponent had a unique fighting style, and Apollo had to adapt quickly to defeat them.
The first opponent, a burly warrior with a massive axe covered in life force, charged at Apollo with brute force. Apollo sidestepped the attack with a swift dodge, countering with a precise strike to the warrior's side. The impact was enough to stagger his opponent, but not to take him down.
