"After that thrilling battle between Skylla and Rebecca, it's going to be hard to satisfy the crowd now that they've seen a match of that quality. Let's hope that the next match can reach that level of quality combat! Please, give your attention to the participants entering the ring now."
The commentator roared as both participants entered the arena.
On one side was a man clad in full plate armor of unknown quality, his helmet preventing any onlooker from discerning his emotions. The lack of reactions portrays him as a cold, unmoving statue; it is like he's just waiting to be given the chance to strike out.
"Kenta, The Wandering Knight, enters the arena."
"Now, onto his opponent! His rival in this match is..."
-Clank!
-Clank!
The sound of metal striking against each other was heard, which sounded like large hunks of steel being bashed together by giants, locked in mortal combat.
-Znnnnnnng!
Forsaken by the Gods, I made a contract with the Demon King