He was big.
Not fat big, but muscular big, like conjoining three newcomers into one.
His muscular body was barely contained in the round-neck shirt he was wearing, and his hands were bustling with extremely thick green veins.
The sleeves only reached his biceps, making them look even bigger, and what was more, from his elbows to his wrists, there were two long scars carved down, making him look even more fearsome.
He had short, dark, and wild hair weaving around his head as if caught in a typhoon.
A thick dark robe draped over his back, hanging over his shoulders, as he slowly turned his gaze up before he raised his hand, clenching his fist hard.
The entire arena went wild from that simple action.
"His Opponent, Rank 205, with no loss... but neither any fight." The instructor called, making chuckles of mockery echo through the arena.
"Everlearn Snowfall!"
"Everlearn Snowfall!?"
"Sounds like a girly-ass name?"
"Hahahahaha!"
