“A draw?”

Kaden’s announcement sent the crowd into an uproar. This outcome was unexpected by many.

In martial arts, there was no room for a draw. Once the match started, someone had to come out on top, especially in this highly anticipated championship match. Otherwise, what was the point of fighting if no winner was declared?

And more importantly, what would happen to the bets without a winner? Would the bookmaker take all the wagers?

“Yes! A draw is fine,” Abigail exclaimed, practically jumping with joy.

She had only planned to take some handling fees to enjoy herself. Yet, she hadn’t expected this outcome at all. It seemed like fate was making her rich.

“I wonder if the two contestants are satisfied with this arrangement.” Kaden turned his gaze to Dustin and Glenn.

Both men had pushed themselves to their limits. Their energy reserves were drained; and they had no strength to continue.

The battle ring was destroyed, and the defense formation was shattered. There was no place left for a rematch. So, a draw was the only sensible choice.

“Do you have the strength to swing your sword again?” Glenn didn’t respond to Kaden but instead focused on Dustin.

“I’ve got one more move,” Dustin replied honestly.

That last strike, the Draconic Edge, had drained him of almost all his mystical pure energy. He only had enough

strength for one more move.

fought this long, so there has

“Sounds great.” Dustin nodded.

But if they limited themselves to just

won’t use internal energy. We’re going to

the guildmasters of the three major

ended

focusing on just using the sword, was

Glenn grabbed the Voidreaver sword from the ground and aimed its

nothing and raised his Dragon

stood still for a second, then

just a raw test of physical strength. Their speed was nothing short of terrifying. They blurred

of motion and collided with each other in

the air, accompanied by sparks

so fast that it was impossible to tell them apart. Even without internal energy, the sheer force of their strikes created ripples in the air like waves

through them. It was as though standing too close might

fighting, Dustin and Glenn suddenly

The sharp tip had torn through his skin

“Did he win?”

pierce Dustin’s shoulder and assumed

bettors were celebrating, while others were lamenting their loss. But those watching Dustin’s side saw

was impaled, his sword had stabbed deep into Glenn’s chest. With a slight push, it would

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