Azurae

John soared through the sky towards the place where Naelia and Zuri were standing, approximately half-way up the ten-mile-tall arena. As he soared through the sky, the stunned crowd roared back to life as cheers and boos boomed out in unison. 

The number of cheers had increased since yesterday, a sign that more and more people were slowly being won over by John's strength and status as a dark-horse underdog. He was oblivious to that fact, as his mind was occupied with something far more important.

As he flew through the air, the Yang-Dao Sect Elder's voice filled the arena.

"The next fight will begin shortly. Verica of the Illusory Mist Sect and Ji'Han of the Sword-Dao Sect, please enter the arena within the next ten minutes."

He landed softly on the balcony next to his companions, and was greeted with a resounding cheer from Naelia.

"Congratulations!" she exclaimed with a radiant smile on her face. "That was awe-"