Chapter 351: The Draconian Might
"I am feeling the excitement, I can’t wait... Up next is, Hitachi and Honky!!" Davy yelled, his charismatic voice echoing across the sweeping architectures of the arena. Almost instantly, a heavy, suffocating silence descended.
Hitachi, the proud, enigmatic young master of the legendary Azul clan, and its last living survivor—who in the three high empires doesn’t know of him? His bloodline carried the catastrophic weight of a slaughtered lineage, making him a figure of both immense tragedy and absolute terror.
The millions in the stands watched with bated breath as Hitachi stepped forward, his boots clicking cleanly against the restored stone before he took his place at the center of the Arena. He stood there with absolute, aristocratic poise, silently hugging his sheathed sword to his chest, his eyes closed as he waited.
Everyone simultaneously turned their heads toward the Sword Academy’s pavilion, and blinked in collective surprise.
Honky, the massive, heavily armored juggernaut, was casually sitting down in his stone bench with his eyes completely closed, making absolutely no effort to move toward the ring.
"Honky? Can you please get on the stage." Davy asked in genuine confusion, checking the screen to ensure there wasn’t a systemic error.
"There is no need to fight, I admit defeat." Honky said lazily, not even bothering to uncross his massive arms as he dismissively waved his hand at Davy:
"I surrender."
".....?!"
The entire stadium stared at him, completely dumbfounded. A high-ranking elite of the Sword Empire, surrendering without a single clash of steel? It was an unprecedented blow to their pride.
"Hmph!"
Hitachi scoffed coldly, his crimson eyes opening for a fraction of a second to flash with deep disdain. He didn’t waste a single word on a coward; he simply turned around and walked calmly back to his spot, leaving a completely dumbfounded audience murmuring in disbelief behind him.