The dust within the arena slowly dissipated, and the Martial Monk emerged from the cracked earth pit, his wounds fading layer by layer with each step. By the time he reached the Hero, his body had already returned to its original state.
The Hero's breathing gradually steadied as well, and she grinned towards her master.
Although it was a serious, full-force duel, it was ultimately a sparring match between master and disciple.
Otherwise, with the strength they had unleashed, it wouldn't be strange if they had wrecked not just the arena but the entire city.
Nevertheless, for the people of this era, such a battle was akin to a miracle. The cheers from the stands roared like waves, countless voices calling out their names even amid hoarse exhaustion.
The Martial Monk smiled with satisfaction, raising a hand seemingly to pat the Hero's shoulder, but his arm paused midway and then withdrew.
