“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.

it ends here. We’ve fought this long, so there has to be a winner. How about a sword

“Sounds great.” Dustin nodded.

and defense formation, their fight could endanger the bystanders. But if they limited themselves to just

fight. This time, we won’t use internal energy.

duel?” Kaden raised an eyebrow. He glanced at the guildmasters of the three major guilds. Seeing no objection,

let out a collective sigh of relief. If this had ended as a draw, it would’ve been unsatisfactory to everyone.. Even the bettors

sword, was the perfect solution-fair, safe, and with a

sword!” Glenn grabbed the Voidreaver sword from

raised

for a second, then launched into

was just a raw test of physical strength. Their speed was nothing

with each other in

filled the air,

apart. Even without internal energy, the sheer force of their strikes created ripples in the air like

chill run through them. It was as though standing too close might tear

fighting, Dustin and Glenn

sharp tip had torn through his skin and muscle

“Did he win?”

pierce

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

had stabbed deep into Glenn’s chest. With a slight push, it would be a fatal strike. To them, it was clear- Glenn hadn’t won. Dustin

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