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.

corrected herself. Amanda's

"Yeah, I guess so"

be attracting a lot

looked around. Noticing something, she

Jin's here too. I guess he too is interested in

had his arms crossed.

Arnold nor Troy sat next

here with the intention of

Emma looked at Amanda and asked, "Do you think he's here for Ren's or Kevin's

Amanda replied,

you

last

you've

matches before. Unless he had a change

why would he watch Ren

"Huaaa!"

Emma mid-sentence were the loud cheers coming from the arena grounds. Two youth's appeared on

the fight is about to

...

at Section G, the news of

was to

challenged publically, the news was bound

the arena was bustling with people. Even more shocking was

the arena, I was able

right now student Kevin Voss and Ren Dover are being simultaneously challenged to a duel. Their opponents

*Sigh*

the reporter, I shook

day, it was only natural that they were present. After all, every guild out there was salivating to know more about Kevin and his

itself, they were all

the next prodigy, blah, blah,

TV. Although it may not seem like

was, the

Such attention was natural.

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

uniform, "I'm wearing a student uniform,

that. It's better if you

"Why's that?"

More specifically, a live camera view of the entrance of

a look

"Tss..."

accumulated on my forehead. In the video, tons of reporters waited with their microphones

resembled hungry wolves waiting for

"Where should I go?"

was specifically made

side, the

see.

man, I

a long narrow corridor, I arrived before the changing

-Clank!

room I soon spotted Kevin. Turning around and sensing my presence, a bitter

you

for gloating at

my training

was prepared for

my shorts, I paused slightly and looked

the point of you agreeing to

are good

if you want proper

machine had a special function that allowed people to fight against virtual models

replicate their fighting experience in full, they

were cannon-fodder

just not

"How so?"

the feeling is not

his response, I once again rolled my