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

herself. Amanda's reply was

"Yeah, I guess so"

seems to be attracting

around. Noticing

I guess he too is interested

rows next to them, Jin had his arms crossed.

Troy

had come here with the intention of observing the

Emma looked at Amanda and asked, "Do you think he's here

hesitation, Amanda replied,

makes you think

last time

you've mentioned it,

of Kevin's matches before. Unless he

watch Ren

"Huaaa!"

the arena grounds. Two youth's appeared on the stage

to start. It

...

I arrived at Section G, the news of my upcoming

was to be

challenged publically, the

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

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

being reported that right now student Kevin Voss and Ren Dover are being simultaneously challenged

*Sigh*

reporter, I

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

were all itching to know more about

the next

papers and on the TV.

was, the safer

Such attention was natural.

was stopped by a man in black.

uniform, "I'm wearing a

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

"Why's that?"

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

a look

"Tss..."

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

resembled hungry wolves waiting for their

"Where should I go?"

made for these kinds of

side, the

I see. Thank

I entered the

after walking through a long narrow corridor, I arrived before the changing

-Clank!

changing room I soon spotted Kevin. Turning around and sensing

you

get for gloating

down and taking out my

was prepared for

on my shorts, I paused slightly and

of you

good practice

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

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

it could not replicate their fighting experience in full, they were

were cannon-fodder after

not

"How so?"

feeling is not the

response, I once