Chapter 257: Rigged Pairs
While the pairs were being decided and the arena continued to roar, some people found themselves sweating profusely.
Among them stood a golden-haired figure wrapped tightly in heavy bandages. Beneath the layers of cloth, criss-cross scars were faintly visible, running from his neck all the way down to his toes. The most prominent scar, however, cut diagonally across his face, ugly and unmistakable.
He was Nord Birel.
But unlike the arrogant, superior expression he once wore so proudly, his face now screamed fear. Especially after seeing the faces of the top 10 displayed on the massive board. Out of all of them, he personally knew the pink-haired girl.
He began to tremble from head to toe as his eyes locked onto her standing at the 4th position.
"F-ff-cuk… S-she is 4th…?" he muttered, terror seeping into every syllable. Never in his life had he imagined stumbling upon a 4th-ranked student—much less stumbling so badly.
