A vast majority of people began to chant his name out loud and cheer for him. The ambiance at the scene was elevated to a brand new peak once again.
The Black Mamba did not unleash his presence like Kairo, but his method of making an appearance earlier was already enough to demonstrate to everyone else that his power was no weaker than Kairo’s.
In other words, the Black Mamba had also improved his skills during this period of time.
His method of improvement was different from Kairo’s because his potential was triggered by the immense pressure Mozart created, so he began to make a breakthrough in his training to develop further.
Moreover, he could feel that he would be able to undergo a transformation if he could beat Mozart to death, even if he failed to emerge as the champion of today.
With time, he believed that he would stand a chance to train to become an invincibilis fighter as that was not entirely impossible.
Therefore, he wanted to defeat Mozart in the match today regardless.
In a sense, Mozart was the demon within them, and they would only be freed from him by defeating him in a match.
This time, the Black Mamba did not take the lead to provoke Mozart. Instead, he took a deep glance at Mozart with an intense urge to fight in his eyes.
Next, three other perfect-class master fighters showed up in the ring. Albeit these three fighters being weaker when compared to Kairo, the Black Mamba, and Lebowski, they should not be taken lightly either.
Six of them stood in six different locations.
When these six unleashed their presence simultaneously in the ring, it was extremely shocking for the onlookers.
After all, these were six perfect-class master fighters who were feared.
“The next person entering the ring is the king of all assassins, Romel!”
The host’s voice faded away, and the spotlights from the entire arena were aimed toward Romel at the spectators’ seating area.
Anderson was so good-looking that he looked like a very young man. When his face was displayed on the screen, many people at the scene cheered, especially the female fighters. A hunk like Romel was very attractive to them.
Romel shot the camera a handsome, maliciously charming smile. The curvature of his lips was stunning and it made him appear unike a super powerhouse but more like a superstar.
“Romel!”
“Romel!”
“Romel!”
More and more people began to cheer for him. Everyone was chanting Romel’s name other than the Rheasian fighters, and the scene quickly turned into Romel’s live concert.
On the other hand, Romel began to head for the ring under the close watch of everyone.
His method was different from the others.
Anderson took one step forward, then in the next moment, he had already appeared at a spot more than ten meters away, and the next time he reappeared, he was more than ten meters away again.
Anderson moved so swiftly that he looked as if he had teleported himself into the ring in the blink of an eye.
Moreover, his eyes were closed while his arms were spread out as if he was enjoying the scene. Anderson inhaled a deep breath, then he shouted aloud, “Gah, this is the feeling that I yearn for. Title match, here I come!”
Next, he stood in another spot and formed a semicircle with the rest of the six perfect-class master fighters. Anderson exuded a presence more powerful than a torrential storm.
On the other hand, they shifted their gaze to look toward Mozart in unison and expressed their most violent enmity.
It looked like a scene of seven warriors about to fight against the boss monster. Mozart was precisely the boss monster.
