Outside the arena, the silence became even heavier.
The demons who had mocked him earlier no longer dared to laugh.
The elves watched with solemn expressions.
Among the elves watching from outside the arena, there was one figure who did not react in the same way as the others.
He was a young male elf with long golden hair that fell smoothly over his shoulders, and even among the naturally beautiful elves, his appearance stood out with an air of noble elegance that made him look almost like an elven prince.
His features were flawless, his posture was straight, and his emerald eyes carried a calm sharpness that did not belong to an ordinary participant. While the other elves were shocked by Max's overwhelming strength, this golden-haired elf remained silent, but his narrowed eyes never left Max for even a single moment.
He studied Max carefully.
The way Max moved.
The way he attacked.
