Chapter 257: Rigged Pairs
While the pairs were being determined and the arena continued to roar with excitement, several people found themselves sweating profusely.
Among them stood a golden-haired figure wrapped tightly in heavy bandages.
Beneath the layers of cloth, faint crisscrossing scars were faintly visible, running from his neck all the way down to his toes.
But the most prominent scar was the cut running diagonally across his face.
Ugly.
Deep.
And impossible to miss.
He was Nord Birel.
But unlike the arrogant, superior expression he had once worn so proudly, his face now screamed nothing but fear.
Especially after seeing the faces of the top ten displayed on the massive board.
Out of all of them, he personally knew the pink-haired girl.
His body began to tremble from head to toe as his eyes locked onto her standing at the fourth position.
"F-ff-cuk… S-she is fourth…?" he muttered, terror seeping into every syllable.
