The spectators shouted louder, divided between those who believed in the seasoned Swordmaster and those rooting for the Celia from Sindra.
"Then let the fight begin!" the emissary declared, dropping his hand.
The crowd erupted in cheers.
Celia pulled her sword free in one smooth motion, holding it steady in front of her. Her golden demi-human eyes narrowed, locking onto her opponent.
Across from her, Wilfric drew his blade as well, the steel ringing as it slid free. He held it with a calm, steady hand—his gaze sharp, unreadable.
The two fighters stood still, swords raised, staring at each other in silence.
"Hmph… just a lady. And again, only rank E," Wilfric muttered under his breath, his eyes narrowing on Celia. "True, that team Nolan—were impressive. I saw his battle myself. But does it matter? No. I don't believe the girl in his team can keep up with my speed."
The moment the signal dropped, Wilfric dashed forward. His sword blurred, cutting down with terrifying force.
