The tournament (4)

"Come at me, big man, cease with the useless talk."

Hearing that the barbarian's eyes were narrowed. How could he, whose body had been trained in the alleys for a long time and gone through countless street fights, lose to a weakling like him?

He looked at the referee.

Seeing that, the referee looked at both contestants and seeing them nod, he raised the whistle.

–WHISTLE!

As the whistle echoed through the arena, the barbarian lunged forward, releasing a long, exasperated huff and muttering under his breath, "Cocky little bastard…" His words trailed off, replaced by a guttural growl as he charged, each thunderous step seeming to shake the ground beneath him.