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?"

strong that fuc-kheum, I mean Ren is.

herself.

"Yeah, I guess so"

be attracting a lot of

around. Noticing

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

them, Jin had his

nor Troy

apparent that he had come here with the

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

hesitation, Amanda

makes you

wasn't here last

you've mentioned

spectating any of Kevin's matches before. Unless he had a change of heart, he came here to

watch Ren instead

"Huaaa!"

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

is about to start. It looks like Ren's

...

arrived at Section G, the news of my upcoming challenge

was to be

the news was bound

the arena was bustling with people. Even more shocking

entering the arena, I was able to hear

Voss and Ren Dover are being simultaneously

*Sigh*

I shook my head and

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

they were all

Dover, the next

and on the TV. Although it may

stronger humanity was, the safer

Such attention was natural.

of the arena grounds I was stopped by a man in black. A Lock emblem was on

I pointed at my uniform, "I'm wearing a student uniform,

not that. It's better if you

"Why's that?"

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

a look

"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.

wolves waiting for their

"Where should I go?"

this path was specifically made for these

to the side,

see.

the man, I entered the

a long narrow corridor,

-Clank!

I soon spotted Kevin. Turning around and sensing my presence, a bitter smile

seeing you

you get for

taking out my

prepared for it

on my shorts, I paused

the point of you agreeing to every

are good practice

my eyes, I retorted, "Stupid, if you want

a special function that allowed people to fight against virtual models

replicate their fighting experience in full, they were

cannon-fodder

just not

"How so?"

the feeling is not

I once again rolled my