Chapter 29

The wind blew gently as dust swirled around, covering the entire arena. The spectators fell silent, unable to say anything as they watched one of the fighters lying on the ground.

On the arena, Javer assumed a sturdy stance, thrusting his spear forward. His eyes were sharply focused on the dissipating dust cloud ahead. He didn't divert his attention even for a moment to Valdis, who lay bleeding and wounded on the ground.

Valdis gripped the sword in his right hand tightly, then slowly stood up before the dust cloud completely cleared. He took a deep breath as blood trickled from a wound on his forehead.

Valdis smiled briefly and slowly pointed his sword forward despite his injured body and hands. In such a state, his gaze remained sharp.

As the dust settled, the crowd erupted as they saw Valdis standing once more with a smile on his face. Some spectators cheered for Valdis, while others cheered for Javer.