The Descending Demonic Steps

"Do you think he can win?" were the words that came out of Liam's mouth.

Both Simyon and Liam had been knocked away from the fighting platform and were now watching from the outside. What they didn't realize was just where they had landed.

"Of course, he can't win," one of the yellow headband wearers replied. He was sitting in his seat, arms folded, not taking his eyes away from the match ahead.

They were the ones who were meant to go up against the red headband wearers, but with what had occurred today, what had happened, they weren't even sure if they would be able to fight at all.

"I'm telling you now, Ricktor is not just the grandson of the Principal here; he's also a genius," the yellow owner continued. "He's a Stage 3 Pagna warrior, the highest the academy has ever had as a third-year."

Many of the yellow headband owners were nodding their heads in agreement.