One thousand two hundred violent wind blades surged toward Lord Grass Puppet.
The audience was ablaze with excitement…
And shock.
The shock filled their mouths so thoroughly that many of their faces looked utterly foolish.
Meanwhile…
Many Fourth-Rank Lords watched with completely different expressions.
Every Lord was analyzing.
Comparing both powers against their own.
Comparing the tools of the battling Lords to the tools they themselves possessed.
The random bracket system and the possibility of facing more opponents later…
Made everyone a potential enemy.
Any movement.
Any trick.
Any tactic displayed by the Lord fighting before them…
Was a priceless treasure.
Something that could improve their future chances.
"They're using entirely different tactics."
A Fourth-Rank Lord whispered.
He was large-built, with long hair and a swollen face.
Beside him sat another Lord…
Dressed in refined medieval clothing.
