Hawk and Vidu, brothers once upon a time… now at each other's throats.
Hawk kicked him in the chest, a front kick jammed with power to throw him away. Vidu was no longer able to compete against him.
His body eventually boomed against the layered barriers, creating a recoiling blast that reverberated across the arena.
The VVIPs above looked again, their eyes refilled with excitement, staying on the fallen figure.
Vidu gradually straightened himself. None of the two had yet shown their blessings, it was a raw exchange of skills.
Fortunately, Hawk had an extreme upper hand.
"The Fiend, indeed. That was what he was called back in those days," said Ildiem as he nodded at the man in the golden mask.
The guy in silver chuckled. "The Fiend! A bit excessive for someone who never stepped on the battlefield."
Another man spoke, a man who wore a green mask, one of those who had yet to speak. "That is exactly the reason he has that moniker.
