"Admit defeat."
Gray took one more step and stared down at Ovrin, not showing a single ounce of emotions on his eyes, causing the already trembling man to almost pee himself.
Ovrin felt his throat tighten as he looked up.
His black eyes were like the abyss, and the more you stared into them, the more you would lose yourself.
His legs trembled as cold sweat ran down his spine.
"I... gulp! I-I forfeit!"
Ovrin barely managed to get the words out.
For a second after the words left Ovrin's mouth, no one reacted. It was as if the entire arena had forgotten how to breathe.
"HE FORFEITED?!"
"Ovrin… forfeited?!"
"That's the successor of a Divine Being!"
"He used the second move of a Heavenly inheritance and still lost?!"
The noise exploded all at once, louder than any cheer from earlier in the fight. Students shot up from their seats.
Some grabbed the person next to them and shook them violently. Others simply stared at the arena with their mouths hanging open.
"No way… no way…"
