Losing to Gigangum wasn't shameful, but losing so decisively, after all his boasting? That was a humiliation he wouldn't forget.
But there was nothing he could do about it since his opponent was stronger than him.
The arena was buzzing, the energy still crackling from the intense battles. The competitions had wrapped up, but the tension hadn't faded, because Prince Asher of Gigangum wasn't satisfied.
With his usual air of arrogance, he strode toward the center of the arena again, scanning the remaining warriors. His gaze settled on one person, Somto.
A smirk curled on Asher's lips as he crossed his arms. "Somto. I challenge you."
The crowd instantly erupted into whispers.
"Prince Asher wants to fight prince Somto?"
"Somto hasn't fought once this entire time."
"But he's no weakling. If he was, his family wouldn't have let him enter the competition."
