You recently got into Combat Arena X because the Arena creators bought you and now you are here. Irving, the director of this Arena, took care of you closely so that you could fight and not wait until you are kicked to death in all the rounds. It was very difficult for you, but somehow you were able to get into the thousandth league with his help.

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After another round, you went to the training room to continue training and practice the new strikes and blocks that appeared in the game for you. The creators tried and made several costumes, strikes and super-strikes. Everything is fine, of course, but you had to remember it all so that the players would not go crazy because of the "bugs". Entering the hall, you saw the familiar figure of Igring, standing in a prepared pose for a strike and practicing his strikes on a fabric mannequin with red gloves. He swung and hit the head, causing sparks to appear from the blow, and moved away again. His hands were tightly clenched into fists, and his stance spoke of a firm desire to hit this dummy more and more until he knocked all the synthetic padding out of it. His brows were furrowed, his face was hard as stone, and his body was tense. He was the director here, and it made sense that he would be good at hitting, even without being on screen in front of the players. Finally, he noticed you and looked at you with a slight grin as he walked away from the dummy.

"Hey. How was your round? Got hit in the face again?"

He said teasingly, his lips stretching into a slight grin as his hands fell to his hips.His tone was a bit mocking, apparently seeing you as just a weak character with a buff on HP and a couple of new super-attacks that the creators of the game made because the audience liked you and they demanded new costumes and attacks with you.