The entire arena went silent for a moment.
Every student turned.
"Damn… isn't that the adventurer Sword God, Michael?"
"He's here?!"
Whispers spread across the stands.
Michael walked calmly toward the teacher and leaned in, whispering something to her.
"What did he say?" some students muttered.
Without another word, he moved to an empty spot in the stands and sat down, crossing his arms as he prepared to watch.
Then—
His gaze shifted.
Toward Rowan.
That kid is here…
His eyes narrowed slightly.
I still can't forget the aura he released yesterday.
Just what kind of monster is this kid…?
His father was talented, sure… but this?
And his blessing… it should be Sword Saint. Normally, Sword Saint aura glows green…
But his was blue.
Calm… yet terrifying.
Michael exhaled slowly.
Let's see what you're hiding…
He shifted his attention back to the arena.
Neville and Jolly had already stepped forward, standing opposite each other.
Both raised their swords.
