Incomprehensable

Standing on the stage, Barran appeared just like a telephone pole, not moving even a single inch, with his gigantic shield placed right before him. The din coming from the arena was completely unable to affect him in the slightest. He had never felt this calm and cool-headed before. What other people were talking about had no importance to him, and that included his opponent too.

Badump! Badump! Badump!

The slow but forceful beating of his heart started to surge.

Hu...Hu...Hu...

His breathing drowned out all of the noises of the outside world as they gushed through his mind.

This should be his last fight in his entire life. If he lost, it would also be Tianjing's last fight in this CHF. If it was any usual day, Barran would most probably be incredibly nervous. Miraculously though, there was none of that terror or even nervousness present in his heart.