"It's time for the grand finals!"
With an excited shout coming from the speakers, the audience grew excited, and they all turned their heads to the stage.
There, with the symbol of United Arts on his proud back, Axe stood with a big smile on his face.
He was one win away from his first tournament victory, and he could feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins.
Across from him, Lumian stood calmly, the sleeves of his black uniform fluttering in the breeze.
"FIGHT!"
The referee swung his arm down.
While his arm was still moving down, Axe leapt forward and ran across the arena like a comet flying through the sky.
He was a fast, unstoppable force of nature.
It was like a train was heading straight at Lumian, horn blaring and smoke billowing from its stack.
In that moment, Lumian formed a spearhand with his right, ducked under Axe's powerful swing, and thrust the spearhand directly into Axe's solar plexus.
"Ugh!"
