Central City Arena...
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to this year's Chosen Tournament. My name is Mithrash, and beside me is..."
Two commentators sat behind a suspended high platform table, with special crystals that could amplify sound throughout the entire arena, ensuring that whether in the ordinary spectator stands or the designated viewing areas for each race, everyone could clearly hear.
"Count Dragon," the other commentator spoke. "Unlike previous tournaments, we have quite the exciting faces this year, and I'm more than excited to see what they are capable of."
At this moment, the thirty two candidates who had advanced stood at the center of the arena.
Zich stood among the crowd, but his gaze was not lingering on the cheering spectators. Instead, it swept past the edge of the arena toward the high, private VIP boxes wrapped in isolation barriers.
