Edmund lowered his head and stared at the training sword hovering less than an inch from his throat. His face, which had previously been flushed from the intensity of the battle, gradually turned pale.
Lost?
I actually lost?
And to someone six whole levels below me?!
At that moment, the entire arena seemed to fall into deathly silence.
It wasn't until the instructor serving as referee finally recovered from his brief shock that his voice suddenly rang out, announcing the result.
"Match over! The winner is... Victor Alves!"
Boom!
The moment those words fell, an enormous uproar erupted throughout the spectator stands!
"He won?!"
"A Level 23 actually defeated a Level 29?!"
"And it was a direct confrontation! Edmund couldn't even break through his defenses!"
"What was that speed just now? I couldn't even see how Victor moved!"
