Slash!
A faint sound of a blade slicing through muscle rang out, making everyone jump inwardly.
Then, everyone saw Mason Miller retreat swiftly, floating back over ten meters, standing with his sword in hand.
On his shoulder, there was a bloody mark, with fresh blood oozing out.
Did Mason Miller lose?
Everyone's heart turned cold.
"I lost! The talent of Argentus Academy truly lives up to its reputation!"
Suddenly, Mason Miller sighed deeply.
"You're not bad, able to exchange so many moves with me, but that's all, you can't make me use my full strength. The Four Academies and the Bronze List are truly disappointing."
Wystan Acies held his longsword, casually and dispassionately mocking.
Many people looked displeased but couldn't argue back, because the truth was undeniable; protesting would only seem shameful.
