In a waiting room somewhere in the Arena, white light flashed and a person slowly appeared in the middle of the room.
Anybody that had seen the fight that Evil Samurai King had just been through and the state he had been in would be absolutely shocked to see his current condition.
He was good as new without a single cut, burn. There was not a single blemish on his skin.
Even his head had been put back in place and healed perfectly, leaving not even the slightest scar behind.
If it weren't for the signs of a fight, like the torn and burnt clothes and scarred armor no one would believe that he was the same person that had just been in that fight.
Suddenly, Evil Samurai King's eyes sprang open and he frantically patted himself checking if any part of his body was hurt. Only after a few seconds did he stop upon confirming that there was no injury and his heart calmed down.
