"UNBELIEVABLE!" the announcer's voice echoed in the stadium, the sounds of chants, cheers, murmurs—all proof of the overwhelming excitement in the platform—rolling in the air.
"RENAN FALCONHART SINGLEHANDEDLY EVENED THE ODDS! THEY WERE THREE, AND NOW THEY ARE ONE!"
As the blinding light cleared inside the battlefield, only two participants indeed were left.
Luke and Renan.
The giant Tribute Coin sat in the center where Amira had been standing, glowing softly.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! IT'S A ONE-ON-ONE FOR THE GIANT TRIBUTE COIN! IT'S AN ARSENAL VERSUS A KNIGHT! WHO'S TAKING IT?!"
Both men looked at the coin. Then looked at each other.
Their eyes narrowed, and as if they'd both counted down to the same number, they sprinted at once.
They ran not at the coin but at each other, because they both knew that whoever reached the coin first would be struck down before they completely picked it up.
They got closer… closer… closer…
Clang!
Luke's Sunpiercer met Renan's Black Gale.
