"That Metal Series witchcraft just now is quite rare, isn't it?"
"Does anyone know what kind of witchcraft this is?"
"I don't know, but from its power, generally, a Third Level witchcraft's defensive power would not be able to withstand Carl's Instantaneous Slash."
For a moment, the onlookers whispered among themselves.
...
Carl, at this moment, was staring blankly at the hilt of his Dual-Handed Greatsword, letting out a wry smile.
"Lord Rein, I lost!"
Rein felt a slight fondness for his straightforward admission of defeat.
Just then, another young man in linen clothing, standing nearby, flushed as he stepped forward, as if he wanted to speak, but Carl stopped him with a hand.
"I believe what Lord Rein just said is true."
"With Lord Rein's strength, defeating Greenwood with a single move is more than enough; there is absolutely no need to say such things to him."
Upon hearing Carl's words, the young man seemed to understand something, nodding slightly.
