"Begin!" the announcer shouted into his microphone as he backed away further and further from the two who were about to fight.
However, despite the fight having started, neither of them moved a muscle. They were simply staring at one another, both with glares of malice.
Michael decided to speak up, breaking the short moment of silence. "Do you think I won't kill you?"
His voice was not loud enough for either the announcer or the crowd to pick up. It was only meant to be heard by Jax—or other individuals who had mana cores. Though they would likely not step in, as, in the end, this was a tournament, and Jax had not done anything yet.
"Hmm... you would kill an innocent person? Would a so-called 'Saint' really do that?" Jax replied with a scoff. He knew exactly what he was doing, and that was holding Michael hostage by using himself.
