As the crowds got louder and louder, the Black Raven King felt all of his senses disappearing as he imagined himself standing in a battlefield, having just snatched victory from the jaws of death.
With the pride and glory of a warrior surrounding him, the King couldn't help but smile wide wishing that this moment wouldn't pass.
Yet, sadly, he came back to his senses and realized that those days had already gone by.
These past few minutes were definitely the best he had experienced in the past few decades.
Although the adoration from the crowds in the stands did make him happy, it was nothing pared to what he had felt in the moment that had just passed.
Of course, the last movement of the opponent had been a bit suspect, but the King just attributed it to the sudden pain that must have shot through his body due to that step.
Waving at the crowd, he almost turned around and walked away before glancing at his opponent's crumpled body which was still breathing.
Getting an idea, he started walking towards the challenger who had been so arrogant just a few minutes ago.
There were no shouts such as "Kill him!
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