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The courtyard, not particularly spacious, was filled with an oppressively heavy air, gradually elevating everyone's heart rate.
Gejiev, Gegran, Ivey, and Clem, a group of four, couldn't interject a single word anymore, just staring at the two confronting each other in the courtyard, seemingly holding their breath unconsciously.
Reiger and Brian stood facing each other, one standing casually, the other crouching slightly, body lowered, one hand resting on the hilt of his sword at his waist, ready to draw at any moment.
From the outside looking in, many would likely believe that Brian would be the victor of this contest, right?