The next day, the stadium was louder than before.
The first match had already shaken the crowd, but this—
This was different.
The screen above the arena lit up again.
1 vs 1
A wave of excitement spread instantly.
This wasn't about teamwork.
This was pure strength.
Pure skill.
Pure dominance.
Names appeared.
And in the next moment—
The entire stadium exploded.
David.
Destroyer rank 3.
A name known across all kingdoms.
A legend.
A fighter who once held the number one position in the world.
Even now, many believed—
He was still the strongest.
Igna felt the pressure instantly.
(Rank 3…)
Then—
The second name appeared.
Yash.
For a moment—
There was silence.
Then confusion.
Then noise.
"Who is that?"
"Rank 38?"
"Why send him?"
Voices spread across the stadium like wildfire.
Many laughed.
Many questioned.
Many dismissed.
"Distro should've sent Emily!"
"He's going to lose!"
Igna clenched his fist slightly, hearing everything.
But not everyone reacted the same way.
High above—
The kings.
The elites.
The strongest.
They didn't laugh.
They didn't question.
They watched.
Carefully.
Because they knew.
Yash wasn't just rank 38.
He was something else.
Beside Igna—
Emily was silent.
For the first time—
Completely serious.
Her eyes were fixed on the arena.
Igna noticed it.
Igna: "You're… tense?"
Emily didn't look at him.
Emily: "This isn't just a match."
A small pause.
Emily: "This is history."
Igna stayed quiet.
Her tone wasn't playful.
It was real.
Back on the field—
David stepped forward.
His presence alone changed the air.
Heavy.
Dominant.
Confident.
Every step he took felt like it carried weight.
The crowd roared louder for him.
Chanting his name.
Supporting him.
Believing in him.
Then—
From the other side—
Yash walked in.
Calm.
Unbothered.
Like the noise didn't exist.
Like the pressure didn't exist.
Like nothing in front of him mattered.
The contrast was clear.
One stood as a legend recognized by the world.
The other—
Was unknown to most.
But not to all.
They stopped.
Facing each other.
The noise slowly faded.
The air grew still.
Thousands of eyes locked onto them.
No words.
No movement.
Just silence—
And the weight of what was about to begin.