" Dark Wing has won his tenth consecutive bout, and he hasn't even broken a sweat!"
" Will there be anyone to break this incredible streak?! "
" Can anyone defeat this incredibly talented young Harpy?! "
The announcer roared, loud hateful jeers from the spectators followed shortly after, some of them even claiming that the matches were rigged.
[Man... They hate my guts!]
Berkah cried inwardly and flexed his pitch black wings that had grown stiff from all the fighting.
[Combatants my ass... Everyone's so fucking trash...]
He sucked his teeth and wiped the blood of his fallen opponents off of his face.
[Now then... Bring in the next group of fodder so I can leave already!]
Berkah narrowed his eyes at the many entrances to the arena in anticipation.
" Now for the next group of combatants, please welcome Moraine of the Dark Elf species! "
