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?"

I'm actually curious at how strong that fuc-kheum,

corrected herself. Amanda's reply

"Yeah, I guess so"

be attracting

looked around. Noticing something, she pointed

look, Amanda! Jin's here too. I guess he too is interested

his arms crossed. His full

Troy sat next to

come here with the intention of

you think he's here for

hesitation, Amanda

makes you think

wasn't here last time when

that you've mentioned it, you're

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

why would he watch Ren instead of

"Huaaa!"

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

the fight is about to start. It looks like

...

news of my upcoming

was to be

I was challenged publically, the

it being lunchtime, the arena was bustling with people. Even more shocking was the number of reporters present

right before entering the arena, I was

Kevin Voss and Ren

*Sigh*

I

that they were present. After all, every

they were all itching to

next

the past few days, that's all I had been seeing on the papers and on the TV. Although

humanity was,

Such attention was natural.

was

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

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

"Why's that?"

a clip. More specifically, a live camera view of the entrance of the

a look for

"Tss..."

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

wolves

"Where should I go?"

path was specifically made for these

step to the side, the man opened a

I see.

man, I entered

enough, after walking through a long narrow

-Clank!

Turning around and sensing

seeing you here

get for gloating at

out my training uniform,

was prepared for it

shorts, I paused slightly and looked

what's the point of you agreeing

good

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

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

full, they were much better than the

cannon-fodder

just not

"How so?"

feeling is not the

response, I once again