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 about

Emma coughed and corrected herself. Amanda's reply was short and

"Yeah, I guess so"

be

around.

too. I guess he too is interested in

had his arms crossed. His full

nor Troy

he had come here with

looked at Amanda and asked, "Do you think he's here for Ren's or

Amanda replied,

makes you

last time

you've

Unless he

he watch Ren instead

"Huaaa!"

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

is about to

...

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

was to

challenged publically, the news was bound

people. Even more shocking was the

right before entering the arena, I was able to

student Kevin Voss and Ren

*Sigh*

to the reporter, I

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

presented itself, they were all itching

Dover, the next prodigy,

the TV. Although it may not seem like much, for humans, another

humanity was, the safer

Such attention was natural.

the entrance of the arena grounds I was stopped by a man in black. A

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

It's better if

"Why's that?"

More

look for

"Tss..."

on my forehead. In the video, tons of reporters waited with their microphones

resembled hungry wolves waiting

"Where should I go?"

specifically made for these kinds of

side, the man

I see. Thank

man, I

after walking through a long narrow corridor, I arrived before

-Clank!

I soon spotted Kevin. Turning around and sensing my

seeing you

you get for gloating at someone

taking out my training

was prepared for

shorts, I paused

the point of

are good practice

want proper training dummies

machine had a special function that allowed people to

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

were cannon-fodder after

not the

"How so?"

feeling is not

I once