If there was anything that was clearer to Allen, it was that this match was all a set up against him. Everyone, including the referee and healers that were said to be on standby were all men from Barandilla.
"I guess," Allen whispered back to the referee. "I have to deal with all of you. This is war."
The man was frightened when Allen released a flash of ominous aura around him. It was less than a blink of an eye and the range was short, just enough so the referee would drown by it.
"H-How…" the man could only trail off while Allen laughed. "Good luck."
In the sidelines while they waited for the match to start, Gwen, Gary, and Jeremy held their breath. They knew what Allen was capable of, but they weren't sure if he can handle this many of them.
They watched every single person in the arena and they could feel the vibe that these people give off, and they were not pretty.