Julies Evans' POV:
Starting as the dark horse of the tournament, I had surprised everyone by tearing through the competition—victory after victory, without breaking a sweat.
To be honest, aside from the first match against that mercenary—whose name I've already forgotten—and the second match against Gareth, no one else had posed any real threat.
I hadn't even needed to use my blood magic. Nor had I relied on [Shadow Pin], the new skill I'd gained from the system. Not once.
If I ever wanted to finish a match quickly, I'd just activate [Ghoststeps]—an S-rank assassination movement technique passed down to me by Doran, my mentor and thief master, whom I met deep in a dungeon in the western desert.
…Not that I could keep using [Ghoststeps] carelessly. It burned through mana too fast.
So instead, I handled most matches the same way I dealt with Gareth—systematically dismantling my opponents piece by piece.
