Gareth Valstein couldn't help but chuckle as he glanced over at the competitors in Ground B.
Pathetic.
"They're nothing in front of me," he muttered under his breath, arms crossed, chin tilted ever so slightly upward—like a king surveying peasants pretending to be knights.
Just a few minutes ago, he had won his first match without so much as breaking a sweat. No injuries, no challenge. His opponent hadn't even landed a single proper hit before crumbling under his pressure.
Too easy.
It wasn't arrogance. At least, not in his mind. It was simply the truth.
He was strong—far above the average. Even the so-called 'elite' paled in comparison when they stood before him. They trained harder, pushed themselves past their limits, struggled every single day…
And still couldn't even reach his feet.
'Now it was time to settle who is stronger among us.'
Everyone compared him to Alice Draken, The Duke's daughter.
'It was time for pay the humiliation I suffered last month.'
