The atmosphere in the tournament arena was tense, charged with energy and anticipation. The spectators had once again witnessed the brutality and efficiency with which Ethan had dispatched his first opponent, with the same serenity as in his previous duels. The warrior's body still lay on the ground, his life taken by the skeletons Ethan had summoned. Now, all attention was focused on the next challenger, who advanced with an expression of pure fury.
This warrior had a pink aura that enveloped him like a cloak, and in his hand, he held an elegant sword that seemed to vibrate with a life of its own. His eyes burned with rage as he looked at Ethan, who stood waiting with crossed arms, exuding a confidence that bordered on arrogance.
"You just killed my best friend, and now you mock us," said the warrior coldly. "You will pay for this."
Ethan smiled, unfazed by the threat.
