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

Emma coughed and corrected herself. Amanda's reply was

"Yeah, I guess so"

to be attracting a

a response, Emma looked around. Noticing something, she pointed

here too. I guess he too is

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

Arnold nor Troy sat next

had come here with

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

Amanda

you

last

that you've mentioned it,

spectating any of Kevin's matches before. Unless he had a change of

he watch Ren

"Huaaa!"

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

is about to

...

Section G, the news

was to

the news was

lunchtime, the arena was bustling with people. Even more shocking was the

before entering the arena, I was

student Kevin Voss and Ren Dover are being simultaneously challenged to

*Sigh*

reporter, I

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

opportunity presented itself, they were all

Dover, the next prodigy, blah, blah,

all I had been seeing on the papers and on the TV. Although it may not seem like much, for

humanity was, the safer they

Such attention was natural.

grounds I was stopped by a man in black. A Lock emblem was on sewed on his

"I'm wearing a student uniform, can't you

it's not that. It's better if you

"Why's that?"

a clip. More specifically, a

a look

"Tss..."

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

resembled hungry wolves

"Where should I go?"

was specifically made for

side, the man

I see.

the man, I entered

after walking through a long narrow corridor, I arrived before

-Clank!

spotted Kevin. Turning around and sensing my presence, a bitter smile appeared on

seeing you

is what you get for gloating at

and taking out my training uniform, I

prepared

my shorts, I paused slightly and looked at

the point of you agreeing to

are good practice

"Stupid, if you want proper training dummies just practice with

allowed people to fight against

their fighting experience in full, they were much better than the

were cannon-fodder after

not

"How so?"

the feeling is not

I once again