Odvar left the arena, so gradually the interest of the audience subsided and more people began to look in Wain's direction.
"Well, well, now it's your turn, isn't it?" Sven smirked as he put his hand under his head.
"Yeah. I guess so..." Wain muttered with a slight smile on his face and looked at Vincenz.
His green eyes grew deeper and sharp as the deadliest blade, "Can you find me a worthy opponent?"
Wain spoke calmly, but his voice made the entire Colosseum sink into silence for a while as a shiver ran through Vincenz's body.
He smiled, tilted his hat, and said, "You're talking about someone in the Top 10, right? Hmm, two of them just fought and there's no way I can connect with the Top-1, but someone's been talking to me personally about wanting to fight you."
Wain showed a devious smirk as his aura intensified considerably, "Great! Call him now!"
Whooooooosh.