The cheers of the crowd and the screams that erupted when the two young knights collided almost shook the azure sky above the arena. The hooves of horses trampled on the ground of the arena, wooden swords clashed and were either blocked or hit targets, armor glimmered brightly in the dazzling spring morning sunlight.
These past few days have been a series of good weather, and as temperatures rise, such good weather inevitably induces a sense of drowsiness. Fortunately, the atmosphere in the arena at this moment almost infected everyone.
"Is that Shard Hamilton?"
On the highest tier of the audience seats on the east side of the arena, Captain Moody Robinson of the Blackstone Security Company asked Iluna, who was gazing at the figure clad in golden armor in the arena, and gently nodded:
"Yes, it seems his swordsmanship is indeed quite good."
Beside Iluna, the female sorcerer with lips painted purple smiled and said:
