"I'm betting that the new Knight would fail miserably."
An ordinary-looking soldier leaned to his friend and whispered wittily.
He was one of the soldiers who made up the iron walls, standing right behind Minx.
Hearing this, his friend sneered.
"Fail miserably? I bet he'd hurt his hand from even trying to punch the shield on his first strike."
"How much you betting?"
"100 spirit coins."
"Deal. So, I win if the new knight didn't groan from the first punch."
"Yeah. Sir Gallick's Lion Echo also boosted that guy's Soul Artifact. Not to mention—his Soul Artifact seemed to be a defense-type—or a support-type, a good grade too. I am confident the new knight would regret ever punching that shield."
"If you say so."
The ordinary-looking soldier chuckled.
He also somewhat agreed with his friend, as despite the difference in rank, Rex overestimated himself.
Had it only been Minx alone, then he'd easily won.
But with Gallick's aid is pushing it.
