After the first victory, Fire Nether completely hit his stride.
His fighting style becomes stronger as the battle goes on, and this challenge has set conditions that perfectly fit into Fire Nether's comfort zone!
Fire Nether stood on the arena with his spear.
The setting sun was blood-red.
Opponent after opponent stepped onto the stage, and in each match, he fought with exhilaration.
The spear in his hand had never been so joyful.
He could even feel his spear trembling.
It was just like him, craving battle, craving victory.
He is Fire Nether.
He is the spear prodigy that only appears once every hundred years in the Fire Flood Dragon Clan.
At this moment.
On the stage.
He blossomed anew.
The young man's face was cold and stern; under the slanting sun, half was dazzling and half was dark.
Then.
His spear shot out, stopping steadily at the opponent's forehead.
"You lost."
His face lit up, and under the golden light, he seemed like a war god returned.
Fire Nether…
