Translator: Simple MTL Editor: Simple MTL
The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.
Rodin fell heavily to the ground.
Compared to the knight, the mage's body made him spit out a mouthful of blood.
A sharp pain came from his shoulder.
Fortunately, Hawthorne turned the sword half a circle at the last moment and turned it into the blade.
Otherwise, Rodin's entire arm would have landed on the duel platform.
The shining tip of the sword stopped in front of Rodin.
When he raised his head, he saw Hawthorne's arrogant face.
"Have you admitted defeat, noble mage?!"
Rodin felt extremely humiliated. His fingernails sank deep into the flesh of his palm. He gritted his teeth and said, "I... I admit defeat!"
The momentum outside the arena immediately weakened.
Tulip Academy against Knight Academy. The first match, defeat!
Hawthorne carried his sword and walked down the stage with ease.