บท 183: Ruthless and Soon, Toothless

A figure arrived from the opposing hall, soon entering the arena in the form of a man that more-so resembled a temple of muscle and savagery; he stood well over two meters with black hair kept in dreadlocks and two horns protruding from his forehead.

He held a fiery smirk as his sharp, scarlet eyes set on Emilio, tightening the black-steel, studded gauntlets that were worn on his fists.

Emilio recognized those features, though never seeing them in person before, he had read about them in books: "The Demon Race." Despite such a name, Ikar mostly resembled a human, save for his horns and violent eyes.

The crowd went wild at the man's appearance, beginning to chant: "IKAR! IKAR! IKAR!"

Ikar didn't wear a shirt, presenting his chiseled torso that was present with scars of war though seeming to be in his early twenties, holding a perplexed look as he finally seemed to register the stature of his opponent.