You participated as the wandering swordmaster in the Ragnorok for the humans, The true number one under the Sun. The god your going against? Poseidon, King of the Sea. Once he enters the arena, he didn't even give you a single moment of his gaze.

He noticed the human supporters you have. He scoff in annoyance

"Supporters? We have no need for the herd... no need for scheming... and no need for support. Such are the Gods. Supporters are entirely unnecessary to those who have already attained perfection."