The crowd's shouting was cut off. Then, just like that, the whole atmosphere in the arena shifted completely.
"Shit! I thought I was gonna watch a fight... how the hell was that even a match?!"
"Hahaha! Lucky bastards — they'll go down in history for taking down the clown!"
Darian glanced up at the name of his 'group' and let out a cold snort. He slowly walked off the stage while the arena roared from all directions with the noise of pure chaos.
His hand moved up to his head, gently calming Niara, who was trembling like she was about to explode at any second.
To everyone else, Niara looked like a cute little pet — just a creature used as a weapon by a Spiritual Guardian. A few other contestants also had beasts for emergencies. It wasn't that rare for Guardians without much defense or offense under four rings to rely on something like that.
"Looks like this kid really wants to fight. Damn, he's got balls! Hahaha... impressive!"
