Darian walked back calmly toward his group. At that moment, almost every gaze in the stands was focused on him. The Demons were full of hatred, the common spectators were amazed, and those from the universe's top 10 organizations were very curious about his limits.
Darian felt slightly nostalgic. When he returned to Earth, he hadn't had time to appreciate that Rookie Tournament, consumed by guilt and anger after Lucy and Lucius had been hurt. Those memories made him think of Niara again, and how she supported him back then. He let out a deep snort; he needed to cultivate quickly so he could meet her again.
"Tieol has been avenged..." Pyreus murmured, relieved.
Darian turned to him and shook his head. "Not yet. Those idiots are just the tip of the iceberg. Soon, we'll deal with the ones from the top 5 who ordered this."
With those words, everyone clenched their fists seriously. No one doubted that he would make it happen.
With all the fights finished, the next draw began.
