"Max, have you heard..." a young man asked his friend, who was hacking away at a training dummy with a wooden sword.
"Heard what?" The one referred to as Max asked, momentarily pausing his sword practice and turning to face his friend.
"Some bastard by the name of Kent, who happens to be the disciple of the Sword Saintess, challenged 100 Grandmaster Swordsmen. The battle will happen in two days in the arena meant for the Trial of the Sword," the young man said, making Max furrow his brow.
"Well, he is bold, but I'm afraid he'll just be disgracing himself." Saying that, Max resumed his training.
He was one of the finest Grandmaster Swordsmen in the sect, so this challenge was right up his alley. Of course, while he appeared composed, he was cursing Kent in his heart.
Why?
He was one of the many who had aspired to become the disciple of the Sword Saintess. Hearing that she now had a disciple was a harsh blow to him.