Chapter 142: Temper Tantrum
Things in the arena continued to electrify with the roars of spectators and the scintillating intensity of anticipation—they wanted more.
Just moments before the announcer proclaimed the latest developments in the ongoing competition, Fū and Margaret stood apart. Judging from their smiles, they seemed to have made a connection.
"Had they always been friends?" someone wondered.
In truth, after a simple encounter, they were able to bud their friendship. Although they had just crossed the threshold into amity, the underlying fact that they were still in a tournament was apparent—a playful rivalry fueled by mutual respect.
On the outside of the stage, Lars stood silently. He was belying a deep disappointment that none would have guessed came from the Tekken fighter. That was because not long ago, the announcer stated to everyone: "Lars advances to the next round by default due to Kitsuchi's withdrawal."
Arthur, who had never lost sight of Lars' actions, understood how this fighter felt.
The latter's straight expression suggested contentment, but Arthur sensed his troubling dissatisfaction. Lars wasn't discouraged by the lack of an opponent but rather that he had no chance to show off his true strength. He thrived on struggle, on confrontation—on the thrill of pushing his boundaries.
A match without a worthy opponent was akin to a day without light for him. Such was the mindset of Lars.
'He wants someone strong to give him a run for his money,' Arthur believed, contemplating the discrepancies between outward appearances and inner thoughts.
Lars had the potential to be a formidable ally—or, in due course, an adversary. Either way, Arthur needed to keep a close eye on him. The individuals who craved strength often had wayward routes.
As the whispers among the crowd began to die down, the announcer cleared his throat and said, "And now, for the next match, we have: Fū vs. Margaret Senju!"