"Devil!"
" Devil!"
Keith heard the loud chants as he walked into the arena.
Only this time, it was far larger than any he had seen before, and it seemed sturdier. The crowd was also much larger in number.
Apart from the top private room reserved for the Arena Masters, he could see many other private rooms surrounding the arena.
Holding his scythe, Keith felt his heartbeat accelerate—not in fear, but in excitement.
Soon, his opponent came out.
The wall fell to the ground as the man slowly walked out.
Keith raised an eyebrow.
Before he left, he had noticed this man standing behind Pula.
And now, he was his first opponent.
"Today marks the battle of one of the anticipated rising gladiators, The Devil! A gladiator with an undefeated streak, with every one of his opponents dead. No survivors. A devil in the truest sense!"
"And his opponent, a veteran gladiator with over one hundred and fifty battles..."
"He is the one and only..."
"Leta!"
