Alexander stood up and smiled slightly as he looked at Rodriguez: “If I beat you to death now, does that mean this friendly match is over, and I can successfully advance without having to continue fighting?”
“Oh, your thinking is quite creative. On behalf of the organizers, I agree. Your match officially begins now. It doesn’t matter whether it’s you or Xavier Roper—whoever wins will directly enter the official competition.”
“Alright.”
Alexander clasped his hands behind his back and stepped onto the stage.
Xavier sneered. His legs tensed slightly, and he jumped directly onto the stage from the ground. Standing on the platform, he began stretching his arms and wrists as if warming up for battle.
Alexander, on the other hand, took each step up the stairs slowly and leisurely, ascending
