The Author's POV

Ten minutes before Ren and Kevin's matches were about to start, section G, upper rows of the arena grounds.

"Amanda! Over here"

Waving in Amanda's direction, Emma patted the seat next to hers.

Spotting Emma, Amanda sat next to her. With a drink in her hand, Emma asked.

"How many times today?"

"Five"

"Five? Too little, last time it was six, this time I'm betting on seven"

What Emma was referring to was how many fights Kevin will have before lunch break ended. Last week, in the span of an hour, he was challenged a whopping six times.

This time, Emma bet that he would be challenged seven times.

Having learned her lesson, she naturally did not bet any money.

Stretching her arms upwards, Emma yawned.

"Huaaamm...man, watching Kevin fight is always entertaining, don't you agree?"

"Yes"

Amanda nodded her head.

With how good Kevin was, watching his fight was both entertaining and enlightening. There was much to learn from him.

This was why it usually attracted a lot of people.

"Just the way he moves and how he fights, you never get bored of it. Especially since he always holds back. Kind of feel bad for his opponents"

Clenching her fists, Emma's eyes became bright.

"Still, I'm not planning on getting left behind"

Burping out loud and casually tossing the drink in her hand, Emma recalled something.

"Burp...Right, that guy is also fighting"

"Ren?"

"Yeah, him"

At the mention of Ren's name, Amanda's interest piqued a little.

She had already seen him fight once before, back in the after-party. Despite only having seen a fraction of his true abilities, Amanda never forgot that moment.

'Will he use the sword art or skill from back at the after-party? The fast one?'

All she remembered was a blur.

However, it left a deep impression on her. It was so fast that even Elijah wasn't able to catch a glimpse of it.

Was he going to use the skill or art he used to beat Elijah back then?

Amanda wanted to know.

"Who was his opponent again?"

With her arms crossed, Emma frowned. She had no idea who Ren was fighting. After a while, she shook her head and gave up.

"Eh, I can't seem to remember his name"

"Do you know anything about him?"

"Nah not really, from what I've heard, his rank is in the top fifties so he shouldn't be too bad"

"Top fifty?"

how strong that fuc-kheum, I mean Ren is. What about

coughed and corrected herself. Amanda's reply

"Yeah, I guess so"

fight seems to be

a response, Emma looked around. Noticing something, she

guess he too is

to them, Jin had his arms crossed. His full attention was towards the

Troy sat next to

had come here

asked, "Do you think he's here for Ren's or Kevin's

hesitation, Amanda

you

here last time when Kevin

now that you've mentioned

Unless he had a change of heart, he came here

would he watch Ren instead

"Huaaa!"

mid-sentence were the loud cheers coming from the arena grounds.

is about to start. It

...

the time I arrived at Section G, the news of my upcoming

to

publically, the

it being lunchtime, the arena was bustling with people. Even

entering the arena, I was able to hear a nearby reporter

is being reported that right now student Kevin Voss and Ren

*Sigh*

reporter, I shook my head and

that they were present. After all, every guild out there was salivating to

itself, they were

Dover, the next

on the TV. Although it may not seem like much, for

stronger humanity was, the safer they

Such attention was natural.

my way towards the entrance of the arena grounds I was stopped by a man in black. A

uniform, "I'm wearing a student uniform,

better if you don't go

"Why's that?"

watch and played a clip. More specifically, a live camera view of the entrance

a look for

"Tss..."

on my forehead. In the video, tons of reporters

hungry wolves waiting for their

"Where should I go?"

made for these kinds of

step to the side, the man opened

I see.

I entered

through a long narrow corridor,

-Clank!

and sensing my presence,

seeing you here

for gloating at

down and taking out my training uniform, I quickly got

was prepared for it

my shorts, I paused

the point of you agreeing to

good

if you want proper training dummies

had a special function that allowed people

their fighting experience in full, they were much better

were cannon-fodder after

not

"How so?"

feeling is not the

I once again