Moreover, there's the other side of the final.
It's the equally powerful and uniquely charismatic Bail Huo, who has countless fans.
"Thunder God! Thunder God! Thunder God——!"
"Bail Huo! Bail Huo Goddess!!"
The massive waves of sound were like a tangible tsunami, crashing against the arena's dome, making people's eardrums buzz.
The fervent chants rose and fell.
Many had their faces painted with gold paint symbolizing Thunder, waving homemade rudimentary flags.
Some were holding signs painted with white flames.
It's widely known that Thunder God and Bail Huo know each other.
This adds a touch less animosity to today's final showdown.
"What do you think, how's it going to play out today? Will the Bail Huo Goddess concede directly?"
"Concede? How's that possible! That's Bail Huo! Even if she can't beat Thunder God, she'll at least exchange some blows, right?"
