"The match up you have all been waiting for! Iron Claw, Peak Silver Rank."
A towering man stepped onto the stage, his muscular frame covered in old battle scars, the most prominent one slashing diagonally across his bare chest. With a confident smirk, he raised a hand, acknowledging the roaring crowd as he nodded along to their cheers.
The referee then turned, unveiling his opponent.
"And his opponent, Range Rower, a Major Silver Rank."
A lean, wiry man walked in, his movements light but unassuming. Unlike the cheers that greeted Iron Claw, the crowd erupted into boos and jeers.
Iron Claw was no ordinary contestant. He had fought in last year's tournament, making it to the final where he fought for the Crimson Flame dragon title only to suffer a brutal defeat—the very battle that left him with that scar.
The crimson Flame dragon title was a representation of power, passion and an unyielding spirit.
