The day of the battle between the top five academies had arrived—the day and the round where the number one academy would be decided.
The crowd once again gathered at the arena, ready to watch the battles that lay ahead. As for the main clans, especially the Everett and Night Clans, their behavior seemed odd, as they all maintained neutral expressions, as if nothing bad had happened.
If one didn't know about the feud between them and Draco, they would have thought nothing was wrong with their actions. But those who knew understood—it was just a facade. It was likely that they had surrounded the area, waiting for Draco to fall into their trap after the contest.
Draco and the rest arrived at the arena, with the academy elders leading them. The moment he arrived, all eyes were on him. His feats had already spread.
The one who suppressed three opponents at once.
The one who dared to kill the young master of a main clan before the head of that clan.