The arena buzzed with tension, and all eyes locked onto the tall figure standing at the center of the stage—Creed.
He looked almost out of place there, too calm, too relaxed, like he'd just wandered onto the battlefield by mistake and was too polite to leave.
From the stands, the Crimson Thunder members leaned forward, smirking with glee, ready to watch their powerhouse crush the "puny Stage 2 kid" into a meat pancake.
But Ivy and the rest of the girls could only watch with a cocktail of fear and curiosity. Creed may have been calm, but this was still a Stage 4 Peak opponent!
And not just any Stage 4, this one looked like he'd been raised in a dungeon and fed raw steel for breakfast.
Then, without a word, Creed casually raised his hand, and in a brief shimmer of light, his black-and-gold spear slid into existence, summoned from his storage ring.
