Arena Showdown: Adam vs. No. 1
Adam turned toward the source of the voice, hands still in his pockets, his face a perfect mix of boredom and mild curiosity. The crowd went wild, sensing the tension in the air.
Across the arena stood a tall, lean guy with long silver hair that fell over sharp, piercing eyes. His aura was insane—crackling energy surrounded him like a living storm. He stepped forward, the ground beneath him humming with power.
Adam squinted.
"...Who the hell is that?"
Joshua shook his head. "No clue."
Aurora blinked. "That's the number one in the Elite Rankings."
Adam raised an eyebrow. "Huh. Okay. Still don't know him."
The silver-haired guy narrowed his eyes. "Tch. Figures. Newcomers never do their research." His voice was calm, but there was an edge to it—like a blade hidden in silk. "My name is Zayne."
Adam stared at him for a second. "...Cool. So, you wanna die, or?"
