Bab 421: A Betting Man

The Arena where the final match was going to occur was still relatively empty. 

Only a few people arrived to take an early seat, most of whom were VIPs with explicit permission.

Among these few people who had already arrived, six of them stood outstanding in a secluded canopy along the top. Usually, there would be some late arrivals, but considering the excitement brimming from each of their faces and the fact that it was the final match, none would dare be late. 

"Oh, man! Today's been a long day, hasn't it?" Vilhelm Ortiz, the ashen-haired leader of the Hunters guild stretched and looked over towards his fellow judges. 

"Agreed, it was quite long but I barely even felt any of it! This year's fighters are truly something!" The Flameseeker's leader responded cheerfully.