"Woahh!"
"What's that?"
The crowd gasped in shock as their voices overlapped in disbelief.
Oliver, who had been holding his breath with his fists clenched tight, finally exhaled. His chest rose and fell heavily, and relief spread across his face.
For a moment, he thought it was truly over, that Ethan would fall right there in front of everyone. His heart had almost given out, but now he muttered under his breath,
"Thank God…" His expression softened as he let go of the tension he had been holding.
Baron Fenwick, however, stood frozen. His sword still burned faintly with mana as he stared at the afterimage his blade had just cut.
He blinked, his face twisting with disbelief. For a moment he truly thought the fight was already his. His killing strike had seemed perfect, but Ethan was standing a few steps away, very much alive. Fenwick turned slowly, his brows furrowed in anger and frustration.
