C996 One Finger Killing

"In past years, the Servant-class Competition wasn't like this. Why has it changed today?"

In the crowd, a towering figure eight feet tall with muscles coiling like serpents stepped forward, his glare fixed on the Crocodile Clan's Patriarch above.

His hair, the color of blood, whipped about in the wind, and his eyes, icy and crimson, shone with a terrifying chill