"A second consecutive loss for Rodova, this makes things very hard—"
"It's Su Yang who steps up now for Rodova. Can he turn things around?" Derek said, as Su Yang walked onto the arena amidst muffled cheers from the Rodova supporters, whose dream of winning the championship after 22 years now hung by a thread, unraveling with each breath.
He walked with the calm confidence of someone who had mastered his craft, as he did not seem worried about who he was going to face at all, and was confident in defeating anyone that dared step up against him.
And while he was ready to face anyone, if there was one man he wanted to face more than anyone else, it was Su Ran—and to his joy, as if summoned by fate, it was Su Ran who appeared from the opposite gate.
A faint smile touched Su Ran's lips as he raised his silver spear and bowed slightly. "Good luck for the fight, brother—may the best fighter amongst us win," he said smoothly, his voice low, calm, and cordial.
