81 Chapter 81: Sly Fox.

A man wearing noble garb, looking like he came out of a medieval movie, entered the arena; he looked like he was 190 CM in height.

A muscular body that can even be seen through the clothes he is wearing.

What stood out most about this man who had just entered the arena was his cold dead eyes.

The phrase, 'The eyes are the window of the soul' couldn't be more correct in talking about this man. Looking into the man's lifeless eyes, everyone could immediately think he was dead inside.

Looking into the eyes of the man who had just entered, Victor flashed a small smile:

"Oh?"

"You can tell?" Scathach displayed a small satisfied smile.

"Yeah. At first glance, it might appear that he is a man bored with everything, a dead man. But that couldn't be more incorrect…." Victor's eyes gleamed a little through the glasses he was wearing.