Most of the mentioned fighters couldn't help but glance at each other.
Sol didn't care of course. He barely even remembered who he was fighting. 'Presion, was it? Meh...' he mused.
Presion, on the other hand, couldn't take his eyes off the boy.
They were locked on and expanded wide, his hands shaking slightly and his heart pumping as he stared at Sol.
Beads of sweat poured down his forehead. He was looking at Sol like looking at a ghost.
"Hey, you alright?" Munea tapped him on the shoulder.
He looked at who Presion was looking at, and then laughed out loud, "Pahaha! Oh yeah, I forgot... you aren't alright at all! Say goodbye to winning the tournament man."
Presion shook his head, "Screw winning the tournament. I knew I wasn't going to be able to do that from the start. I just don't want to end up like how Zin did. I hear he's still in the infirmary."
If we hit 500 Priv buys+ this month the next months prices will be close to halved!
Best book you will ever read!