The round continued, and soon it was finally the Beggar's turn.
His opponent was a brute wearing the uniform of the Sword and Shield sect, staring at him like he was about to devour him alive.
They stood facing each other, the size difference so stark it seemed like Apollo could be flicked away with a single movement.
"Real weapons are not allowed. If you have one, throw it off the stage now," the Referee said, eyeing the two participants.
Yohan shook his head. "I don't have one."
Apollo, on the other hand, reached under his robe and pulled out the tree branch he had found on the side of the road. This scene caused the audience to chuckle, though they weren't surprised anymore—every time this small, masked man fought, he always threw in a stick.
"Don't underestimate me!" Yohan shouted, seeing his opponent about to toss his "weapon."
"Are you sure about that?" Apollo raised an eyebrow.