Lennard's chest swelled with pride as he acknowledged the crowd's approval.
His first victory secured, he remained in the ring as the next challenger approached.
The subsequent matches followed a similar pattern.
Lennard dispatched his second opponent, a stocky boy with earth affinity, with minimal difficulty.
His third victory came against a girl whose illusion magic initially confused him but ultimately proved ineffective against his aggressive style.
"Three consecutive wins," Rean whistled. "Lennard's making quite the impression."
I nodded, watching as Lennard basked in the adulation of the crowd.
He was playing to the audience now, reveling in their attention.
"The system will now select the next challenger," Drothgar announced, activating the holographic display once more.
The names blurred together, spinning rapidly before settling on a single name that caused the entire arena to fall silent.
