"*sigh*... People who get into the top 15 think they're the shit, and it's just a linear rise from there… But in reality, it's exponential. Each person is at least 1.5 times stronger than the person behind them. Well, unless it's number one. When you're number one, you reign supreme above all, maybe even being five times stronger than the second place," The man with red hair explained.
"That's nice… But you should check your sword," I muttered with a large smile.
"OOOOOH! AND THE TRAITOR PULLS OUT AN UNEXPECTED MOVE! THE SWORD THAT IS WIELDED BY THE DEMON OF FLAMES HAS BEEN COMPLETELY COATED IN GRAY ICE! WHAT AN UNEXPECTED TURN OF EVENTS!"
The announcer was exactly right: I had completely coated the man's sword in ice, and he was even having trouble melting it with his partially demonic flames.
I wasn't stupid enough to hold back against this guy as that would practically be a death sentence, and I wasn't trying to die so young.
