"Oh wow, it ended like that. Aww, I haven't even had a chance to rest yet, but I've got to get back into the ring," Akirion muttered, standing up slowly. He stretched his limbs, brushing off the dust from the fight. Despite his exhaustion, determination burned in his eyes. He knew the quarter-finals awaited, and he had to be ready. After all, the tournament was far from over.
Everyone took a breather as the stage was hurriedly repaired. The damage from the previous matches was extensive—scorch marks, broken pieces, and scattered debris. The crew worked swiftly, knowing the next round was crucial. Meanwhile, the crowd's chatter echoed through the arena, a mixture of excitement and anticipation.
