Keith was now fully grown, standing well over six feet tall.
He looked like a small hill as he walked toward the arena ring, which had fallen completely silent.
Raising his head, he couldn't help but smirk.
"Heh..."
"Where's my opponent?" Keith muttered.
Then he heard a faint whimper.
Looking down, he saw his opponent sitting on the ground, trembling.
A wide smile spread across Keith's face.
"I... I..."
"I surrender!"
The veteran gladiator shouted as cold sweat dripped from his forehead.
Hearing this, Keith chuckled.
"If that was your choice..."
"You shouldn't have stepped into this arena with me."
Then his expression turned cold.
"It's already too late."
Keith moved.
"N-No... please—"
Crack!
Squash!
The gladiator's head exploded.
Everyone felt their hearts skip a beat as Keith slowly raised his leg.
Brain matter splattered across the arena floor.
Without another glance, Keith turned around and walked away.
At that moment...
