The gates on the other end of the arena slowly opened, and a tall, burly figure emerged from the darkness.
It was a nearly three-meter tall Tiger-man warrior, bare-chested, showcasing his scar-laden muscular body, wearing only a leather battle skirt to protect his vitals.
His most striking feature was his face—a tiger's head on a human body, tusks exposed, and his amber eyes glinting with cold and vicious light.
He almost wore no armor, which is the extraordinary trait of the [Weapon Master] profession, granting increased speed and agility when wearing light or no armor.
The Tiger-man lightly grasped a giant sword, nearly human-sized, as if it were simply a stick.
"Human, you look weak," Aksa's voice was deep and rough, with an evident mocking tone: "I hope you can last three seconds under my sword."
Ron took a deep breath, adjusting his breathing to the rhythm of the "Crown Breathing Technique".
