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?"

that fuc-kheum, I mean Ren

herself. Amanda's reply was

"Yeah, I guess so"

to be attracting a

such a response, Emma looked around.

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

a few rows next to them, Jin had his arms crossed. His full attention was towards the

Arnold nor Troy sat next

was apparent that he had come here with the intention of observing the

you think he's

hesitation, Amanda replied,

you

last

you've mentioned

not see Jin ever spectating any of Kevin's matches before. Unless he had a change of heart, he came here

why would he watch

"Huaaa!"

from the arena grounds. Two

is about to

...

G, the news of my upcoming challenge had

was to

was challenged publically, the

bustling with people. Even more shocking was the number of reporters

the arena, I was able to hear a nearby reporter

student Kevin Voss and

*Sigh*

the reporter, I shook my head

were present. After all, every guild out there was salivating

were

next prodigy, blah, blah,

few days, that's all I had been seeing on the papers and on the TV. Although it may not seem like much, for humans, another prodigy popping

stronger humanity was,

Such attention was natural.

was stopped by a man in black. A Lock emblem was on sewed on

pointed at my uniform, "I'm

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

"Why's that?"

and played a clip. More specifically, a live camera view of

look for

"Tss..."

wiped the cold sweat that had accumulated on my forehead. In the video,

hungry wolves

"Where should I go?"

path was specifically made for these kinds

step to the side, the

see. Thank

the man, I entered

long narrow corridor, I arrived before the changing

-Clank!

changing room I soon spotted Kevin. Turning around and sensing my presence, a bitter smile appeared on

you here

get for gloating at

down and taking out my training uniform, I quickly got

prepared for it

my shorts, I paused slightly and looked at

of you agreeing to every

good practice

if you want proper training dummies

a special function that allowed people to fight

could not replicate their fighting experience in full, they were much better

cannon-fodder after

not

"How so?"

is not

once