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?"

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

corrected herself. Amanda's reply

"Yeah, I guess so"

seems to be attracting a lot

around. Noticing

Amanda! Jin's here too. I guess he

few rows next to them, Jin had his

Arnold nor Troy sat next to

here with the intention of

"Do you think

hesitation, Amanda

you

last time when

now that you've

not see Jin ever spectating any of Kevin's matches before. Unless he

would he watch Ren instead

"Huaaa!"

the loud cheers coming from the arena grounds. Two youth's appeared on the

is about to start. It

...

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

was to

the news was bound

Even more shocking was the number of reporters

I was able

news, it is being reported that right now student Kevin Voss and Ren Dover are being

*Sigh*

reporter, I shook my head and

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

presented itself, they were all itching to know more

Dover, the next prodigy, blah,

on the papers and on the TV. Although it may not seem like

stronger 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.

"I'm

that. It's better if you don't go

"Why's that?"

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

a look for

"Tss..."

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

hungry wolves

"Where should I go?"

this path was specifically made

side, the man opened a small

I see.

I entered the

through a long narrow corridor, I arrived

-Clank!

around and sensing my

you here

you get for gloating at

and taking out my training uniform,

prepared for

shorts, I paused slightly and looked at

the point of

are good practice

retorted, "Stupid, if you want proper training dummies

had a special function that allowed people to fight against

fighting experience in full,

were cannon-fodder

just not

"How so?"

the feeling is not the

his response, I once again rolled my