As Carmen stepped upon Stage 4, everyone else started whistling in amazement at her beauty.
It was rare for a beauty to step into the Arena, given most considered this place as vulgar and filled with unnecessary violence.
Meanwhile, her opponent, Death Bringer, had a sinister expression on his face.
"Little missy, the Arena protects the fighter so death won't occur. But even then, injuries tend to happen, especially if clothes get shredded in the process." He taunted teasingly, his tongue licking his lips.
"Wow, you really know how to taunt." Carmen remained unfazed and smirked.
"I nearly fell asleep from that ridiculous third-rate villain class dialogue. Shred clothes? Can you even do it with your pathetic ability?" She added, glancing at him up and down before shaking her head, almost as if she was dismissing his capability.
Infuriated by her poisonous tongue, Death Bringer's expression darkened.
