"How could this be?!"
"How could this be?!"
He questioned himself.
Everything had already been arranged.
No matter what, Hanakaiin Haru was not supposed to escape this fate.
But now...
Not only did Hanakaiin Haru survive, he also won the group selection match.
This was something he could not accept.
"I didn't lose!"
"I still have hope!"
"How could the Sword Saint appear by such a coincidence?"
"It must be some kind of item!"
"Yes!"
"It must be some kind of item!"
"Already used once, how could it be used a second time!"
The man muttered to himself, his voice growing louder, his face distorting, his eyes wild like a ravenous wolf, ready to devour anything in its path.
Without hesitation, he picked up the phone nearby.
"Declare them as the winners."
"Then..."
"Have them wait right there for a bit."
The middle-aged man said, his lips curling involuntarily, then his mouth wide open, his white teeth clenching together tightly, his gums beginning to bleed outward.
