Determined Victory

Art couldn’t wait any longer. He was itching for a fight. Being around so many powerful individuals lately had been both depressing and suffocating. He needed to relieve himself by flexing on someone as well.

And who better to prove that against than a top elite? Today, he planned on reclaiming the status he had lost months ago.

Uramia had intended to save Art’s match for last, but there was no specific order to follow. As long as both participants agreed, the match would proceed.

She turned to Valor, whose expression had darkened. He felt insulted. ‘They’re stronger than I expected… So they really are from great families. That Saber girl was already something else, but him… I believe he'll be as strong as her at best. I should be able to handle that much.’

His gaze settled on Art’s black hair. Unlike others with silver hair, Art likely hadn’t inherited the strongest traits of his bloodline. At least, that's what he believed.