บท 585: The Tournament of Champions - First Round (11)

As the arena roared in esctasy. The eight match ended.

At the far corner of the arena, God Ra watched the scene with his golden eyes showing the flicker of flame. So far, he wasn't impressed. The humans showed good ability. However, they lacked the great deal of passion that was required for the future.

''Hmph, Zeus thinks they will be the ones saving us?'' God Ra snorted, and turned his body half-way, preparing to leave, ''Hundred years wasted. It should never have been humans. Instead, we should have just nurtured Inhumans.''

''You don't seem to have any faith.'' A deep voice resounded from the dark hallway, ''Isn't that more important than passion?''

''Hmm?'' God Ra frowned as a robed figure appeared. His giant figure loomed over him, like a skyscraper, ''Show your face.''

The hood slid off his face, revealing an angry-looking bearded man with a red tattoo flowing over the side of his face.