"Good morning, Britannians!!!!!"
Patrick West's voice came out loudly through the entire Arena.
His voice was carried through the large sound system installed around the fighting grounds, reaching every section of the enormous structure and even the areas where the guests from the various Noble Houses were seated.
"WOOOOAAAHHHHH!"
The crowd responded as usual with the same energy.
The moment Patrick finished his greeting, thousands of voices rose together, creating a wave of noise that travelled through the Arena.
Some spectators raised their hands.
Others stood from their seats.
Several first-year students, who were now spectators after losing in the earlier rounds, shouted the names of their favorite competitors, while groups of fans had already begun waving banners and other items they had brought specifically for the Combat Festival.
The atmosphere was even more intense than before.
The further the tournament progressed, the more people seemed to care about every match.
