Baris’ match was with none other than the prince of the Boltis Kingdom, Baltian. It was quite mean for the table of matches to have them compete right away, but it was better than not being able to meet.

Davey could feel that the stadium was riled up with excitement from the previous match. Since each and every participant were outstanding, their combative battles were surely different than just a regular brawl.

Baris headed up to the battlefield with a solemn but determined expression. There wasn’t a hint of fear on his face. He had a claymore almost the size of his body, but its blade was rather dull since this was a no-killing duel.

Although there was a magic circle and exceptionally skilled priests standing by, someone could easily die even before treatment if they were hit the wrong way with a threatening weapon.

“What if he gets hurt from rushing in like a bull?”

“Baris has lots of experience. He’ll be fine.”

“That’s true, but….”

Winley usually assisted in the back of the army, but Baris was usually in the front when they were defeating the Fire...