The arena was boiling.
The audience's shouts soared above the fighters' heads like invisible arrows.
There wasn't much time left. Less than two minutes, and everyone had to get their hands on cards to ensure their survival in the competition.
The cards… small, simple, but at this moment, they were worth more than gold.
Humans are weak against their own greed. When opportunity arises, they throw their principles to the ground and bare their fangs.
The fighting was at its peak.
Screams, groans, explosions here and there.
In the western corner, a thin boy was panting as he retreated backward, his brown eyes moving nervously between his opponents. In his hand, a faded card.
I didn't fight all the way here just to lose everything…!
An older young man growled as he attacked him with a short sword, forcing him to retreat further, before stumbling and falling to his knees.
"Hand over the card, kid!" the man shouted as he lunged.
