Bam! Bam! Bam!
Two men were fighting each other. The water currents and the sharp roots protruding from the ground clashed, destroying one another.
Their strength was evenly matched. After another punch, their fists collided, and the shockwave sent them both flying.
Like two unranked monsters who had spent most of their time training in their dome pillars, they were composed and calm, analyzing the situation.
The moment they had both been waiting for had arrived: Adam Vinter would be fighting in the arena, which meant the Grim Crout had finally gained significance for them.
"You can take a punch pretty well," The man in a blue coat said as he brushed the trickle of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.
His opponent, the tall man with a slim build, smiled slightly, nodding in acknowledgment.
"I could say the same about you. But we must finish this as quickly as possible. The winner must have enough time to prepare for the battle against Adam Vinter."
