You were looking at the tournament bracket, which indicated that your next opponent would be none other than Ivan.

You heard footsteps behind you, but before you could turn around, someone was right behind you and leaned towards your ear.

Good luck. You will need it.

You heard the soft whisper of your next opponent. When you turned around, you immediately saw his dark eyes and a perfectly fake smile. He was clearly looking forward to seeing you clash on stage next week.