"To be honest, I still can't move on from the previous match, Matt," Lognar muttered, even though now a new fighter had entered the arena. "But we have to focus on the next match."
"Yeah, we should talk about this fighter, Lognar." Matt chimed in as the sounds of leaves rustling, the hissing of serpents, and the violent river flow filled the stadium. Those sounds merge into a powerful melody.
"From Thelm, Universe 300!!!" Vivianne made her usual announcement. "Urukkaaaaa!!!"
A nearly seven-foot-tall lizardman with green scales walked towards the arena. He raised his spear while shouting, but the audience's response was far from what Matt expected.
Like Lognar, those people still talk about the Rory vs Jun fight.
Well, he couldn't blame them. That battle was beyond expectations.
Urukka then let out a roar from his long-snouted mouth. With his tail wagging wildly, he cursed. "You damn audience! You don't want to see me!? Just go home!!!
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Multiverse Fighting Championship: I'm the President 35 – A Star in the Making
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Multiverse Fighting Championship: I'm the President 36 – Another Prayer
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Multiverse Fighting Championship: I'm the President 37 – Rewards
The ninja glanced at Shori, who was being carried out by the staff, then continued his words while pacing back and forth. "A few days ago, Mr. President gave me sake." He then pointed to the audience. "It's an alcoholic drink that comes from my land. In my whole life, that was the first time I drank that thing. My body gets warm, I get a bit of a fly sensation, and that thing is really sweet. So sweet that I want more." Shin took off his facemask and lowered his hood, leaving all that remained on his head was the metal-plated headband. "Why are you keeping it, Shin?" Matt whispered more to himself. "No wonder my masters love that drink so much. It's bliss." Shin stopped in the middle of the arena, looking at the screen. "Oh, man…. I want that sweetness again… No, I want more, the things I never got. The things enjoyed by them are at the top." He then pointed to the entrance. "Rory Egan! We both fight for our people! So that they can live well!
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Multiverse Fighting Championship: I'm the President 41 – Press Conference
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