Martial World, the Capital City, the Main City Square.
In the tall skyscrapers of the city, enormous screen showed the tournament, and people were gathered below to watch.
"Huff!"
Taking a drag on a cigarette, a rascal-looking man looked at the screen and checked his wristwatch.
"The match will start in a few minutes. The match will probably last ten minutes, if even that. So, about ten minutes until humanity's loss has been cemented."
"Don't say that. Humanity can still win!"
His wife said, trying to sound hopeful.
"Haha, even if they happen to somehow win this match, it will all be delayed by either one day or two days. For humanity to win, they would need to somehow beat Beast Prince Arazimir."
"That's…"
His wife turned silent, and even her hope was dwindling.
While humanity could still somehow slither into two victories, they would still have to somehow defeat Beast Prince Arazimir.
It just wasn't possible!
A hopeless situation!
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