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?"

actually curious at how strong that fuc-kheum, I mean Ren is. What

corrected herself. Amanda's reply

"Yeah, I guess so"

fight seems to be attracting a

response, Emma looked around. Noticing something, she pointed towards her

I guess he too is interested

to them, Jin had his arms crossed. His

Arnold nor Troy sat next to

he had come here with the

asked, "Do you think he's here

hesitation, Amanda

makes you

last time when Kevin

that you've

of Kevin's matches before. Unless he had a change of heart, he

why would he watch Ren instead of

"Huaaa!"

were the loud cheers coming from the

is about to start. It looks like Ren's

...

at Section G, the news of my upcoming challenge had spread

to be

publically, the news

Even more shocking

arena, I was able

is being reported that right now student Kevin Voss and Ren Dover are being simultaneously challenged to a duel.

*Sigh*

reporter, I

it was only natural that they were present. After all, every guild out there was

were

the next prodigy, blah,

been seeing on the papers and on the TV. Although it may not seem like much, for humans, another

humanity was, the

Such attention was natural.

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

my uniform, "I'm wearing a student uniform,

not that. It's better

"Why's that?"

man took out his watch and played a clip. More specifically, a live camera

a look for

"Tss..."

the cold sweat that had accumulated on my forehead. In the video, tons of reporters waited with their microphones in their

wolves waiting

"Where should I go?"

made for these

to the side, the man opened

I see.

man, I entered the

long narrow corridor, I arrived before the

-Clank!

around and sensing my

you

you get for

and taking out my training uniform,

prepared

I paused slightly and looked

of you

good

my eyes, I retorted, "Stupid, if you want proper training dummies just practice with

special function that allowed people to fight

not replicate their fighting experience in full, they were much better than the students Kevin was

were cannon-fodder

not the

"How so?"

the feeling is not

response, I once again rolled