//26// The arena 3
Arsenal kept a keen eye on the ring, to see how the opponents fought against each other, and he was impressed by how skilled and precise their tactics were. If there was anything he needed to learn before it got to his turn, Arsenal needed to learn it now, because to complete his sub-task, he must fight without the help of the system.
Once in a while, he stole a glance at the man he was meant to fight with, the same green-haired guy that had mocked him earlier. He didn't know whether to be afraid of the man's height, and his muscular figure or prepare himself to make the man regret mocking him.
"How on earth do I beat him without a system?" The thought constantly popped up in his head, and to Arsenal that was impossible yet he had no choice, after all, he dug his own grave when he accepted the system.