"NAMOR STORMBORNE WINS!!!"
"Well I guess the Elven race is out of the race." Regulus smirked.
Both the two alpha ranked powerhouses of the elven race had a scornful expression on their faces.
Their race was officially out. What did this serve to prove? That they were the weakest race in Nahaar? They felt indignation at that, but what could they do, throw a tantrum? That would only make them sore losers.
The elven youths lost fair and square after all, so they could only get their teeth and console over the fact that between the remaining three races, two were bound to lose anyway,t was only a matter of time.
"I for one think the eleven youths did quite well, especially young Mayura who reached the quarter finals." Lucas spoke, like a true academic who appreciated hardworking students.
"Are you trying to mock us?" The elven empress who was on the verge of exploding turned to Lucas with a frown.
