Chapter 130
The arena erupted with cheers as the final match of the day was announced. The crowd's energy soared as the names "Silver Wing" and "Little One" echoed across the sky-filled stadium.
Silver Wing was the first to appear. He walked with quiet confidence, his attire a sleek, white athletic suit streaked with blue. His silver hair shimmered under the arena lights, and his eyes—just as silver—glowed with a calm, ethereal intensity. Not a single emotion flickered on his face. It was the composure of someone untouchable—unshakable.
Then came the other contender—a young man with short black hair and a smile that seemed to melt away all tension in the audience. He walked with ease, waving lightly to the crowd. Despite his nickname, there was nothing timid about his presence. This was none other than Little One—the underdog turned fan favorite.
The two stood face-to-face at the center of the stage. No hostility. No tension. Just mutual respect—and the thrill of battle.
