Arthur Gordons.

“Hmm, why are you the one chosen to face me? Has your team already given up on winning?” Connor said his face showing a perplexed emotion, as he stretched his arms

During all this he made sure not to take his eyes of Arthur, who stood calmly on the opposite side of the stage.

“Given up? Hardly. We’re not the type to surrender without a fight, why don’t you step forward and find out why I’m the one here?” Arthur replied with a sly smile.

Connor shrugged dismissively, clearly unimpressed by Arthur’s confidence, and this was all because he didn’t take his opponent seriously, assuming this would be an easy victory.

“Begin!” The referee’s voice rang out.

Without hesitation, Connor dashed toward Arthur, closing the distance in a blur.

The crowd fell silent, holding their breath as the first move unfolded.