A smiling Ovaidel went to the platform and got a huge purse an acolyte was holding. He extensively counted the money and then returned to his place again and nodded at Ronald.
The announcer pointed at one cell with a trembling hand, while the crowd was cheering for that strange Farmer.
The grid opened, and the big, muscular fighter of the first fight came from it with a serious face. He stopped five metres from Ronald and spoke: “You have skills, Farmer. There is no doubt about it. But I knew this wouldn’t be so easy, so I didn’t fight previously with all my power.”
Ronald made a slight smile. “I know, you are like my friend Conan. He moves slowly and seems not to put any effort into a fight, but when he wants, he can be extremely fast and strong. I am faster and stronger than him.”
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