The Level 4 Beast Master standing in the octagonal cage seemed a bit nervous, occasionally glancing out of the corner of his eye at someone below.
Charles followed the man's gaze.
He saw a one-armed boy standing expressionlessly beside the octagonal cage.
The bald man who had been holding the microphone and commentating on the battle was leaning slightly towards him, wearing an expression of fear on his face.
The two were only about three or four meters away from Charles.
At that moment.
As if sensing Charles's gaze, the one-armed boy slowly turned his head and looked over.
His eyes were grayish-white, like an ancient, unchanging ice field, filled with coldness and indifference.
Their eyes met for a brief moment, and Charles instinctively tensed all his muscles, as if facing an extremely dangerous enemy.