The spectators packing the subterranean cavern erupted into a frenzy of screams. Wealthy merchants threw their betting slips into the air, completely mesmerized by the brutal display of martial prowess.
They pounded their fists against the iron railings and demanded more violence.
High above the roaring crowd, Vargas gripped the edge of the secluded viewing balcony. He stared down at the dirt pit while his face flushed with absolute fury.
"What kind of academy student fights like a feral beast?" Vargas demanded, pointing a trembling finger at the silver-haired boy. "He isn't even casting a single spell or utilizing a proper sword technique! He just crushed an elite assassin with blunt force!"
Drustan leaned forward against the wooden railing, his metallic fingernails scraping against the polished surface. He analyzed the boy's flawless transitions and completely unorthodox movements.
