This wasn't like the previous trial rounds. Not even close.
Dela, Uzen, Lionel,… even that phantom called Lige, especially him—they were fighting like their lives depended on it.
And perhaps it did.
But then, slowly, the realization settled in.
Of course it was different.
This was the main event.
There was a reason the climax of every event was always so far beyond the preliminaries.
Because this was the moment they showed it.
However, unlike others, for Michael…
The current battle in the arena...
It was a bit boring.
Everyone moved so slow....
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Back on the stage, it was chaos.
Dela was bloodied but breathing hard, her daggers slick with effort. Joss was finally down, collapsed after a brutal exchange with Uzen and a well-placed kick from Sir Ma that shattered his footing. His sword had clattered to the floor.