The crowd's jaw drop in unison on what just transpired right before their eyes. Brett, the most promising among the trainees lost to a mere commoner. His handsome face can't be recognize anymore. Swelling form in his left eye and blood cover the entirety of his face.
While the crowd froze and still processing what they witnessed. The first two who move are Brett's lackeys. The frail and plump lackeys rush at his direction to check the condition of their boss man.
Cleo ignore the intense gaze that prickling the back of his head. Its a gaze that's a mix of adoration and fear. However that's not only what's bothering him right now.
The first few minutes of his clash with Brett, he notice that in terms of raw technique he'll easily lose. If not for his tremendous level advantage, the fight might've went on a different direction. His Sword Mastery skill gave him the knowledge but having a real sword technique is completely different matter.
