Chapter 71 (1/2)

Chapter 71

Translator: Yonnee

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The floor gradually became more drenched

It was because of the drops of sweat that trickled down like rain, unable to stay on the men’s bodies

The rew

‘Why… Why…’

Why the hell Was the drug ineffective?

With most of the people who’d taken Zobel’s formulation, it was by the middle of the match that their eyes would become unfocused already

At first, the effects used to co them have stomachaches or headaches As a result, there was a tiuy who doubted his physical condition

He said, ‘Why did I get a sto?’ and so on

Only a slight suspicion was raised, but for the guilty party who actually cohtest doubt was the best way to preserve one’s life

Therefore, David asked Zobel to make a different kind of formulation

One that would take effect in the middle of the match instead

Since then, everyone would just think that they got tired from the spar, or perhaps they were just in a bad condition—but never once did they think that they had been drugged

All in all, it was a perfect crime

Yeah, it should be…

‘It’s around the ti should take effect’

But then, why the hell was this guy still standing upright?

This was David’s thought as he countered his oord against the other e for his throat

Chang!

A shrill sound broke out, one that was now a faround, scared that his neck would truly be crushed by his opponent’s force

Even so, he couldn’t stop

So, but he couldn’t possibly lose against a street rat

He twisted his sword against the sword pressing down on hi for his opponent’s neck

Cassion’s eyes widened, then he hunched down Then, he ju

Acco of metal, the blades of both swords met as the two opponents closed the distance between them

Both men had the same hunch at the same time

It was at this moment that the match would be decided

Time passed by slowly for the two opponents a tension

Exactly like the moment before one’s death, when life would flash behind one’s eyes

Their grips on their swords were close together, the back of their hands al

Their eyes, sweaty hair, clenched lips

The other’s shaking jaw could be seen so clearly

Even one’s breaths seeures

David, standing on top after slashi+ng his sword down And Cassion, who had his sword raised froazes met at the center

Neither opened theirout in each other’s ears

Then, an untiust of wind blew past

A truly unusual wind during this scorching summer day

There was a buzz at the audience stands where the croas

The women’s hair fluttered in the air, and the htly

David was no different

Who wouldn’t panic against an act of nature that went against the season?

Dust flew into his eyes, his eyelashes unable to catch them, and so he couldn’t help but blink

He tried to endure it somehow, but it was impossible

Then, in the blink of an eye, the match was decided

A moment’s instance

The one time his vision was blocked, Cassion turned

Pressing beneath the wrist of David’s sword hand, Cassion spun around, and at the same time, Cassion’s back was to David’s chest

Cassion placed his sword hand under David’s wrist and held David’s arm with his other hand

In one fluidDavid’s body froround

Thud!

David’s huge back fell to the floor with the noise that was as big as his size

Absolutely befuddled, David couldn’t understand what happened in just a flash

He just blinked for a split second, but then when he opened his eyes again, what he saas the blue summer sky instead of the black eyes of his opponent

The man looked up at the sky, bewildered, but he soon clenched his teeth and tried to get back on his feet

However, he had to stop in place because of the blade that was pointed at hiht looround and from the sky, the two faced each other, their eyes locked as they breathed roughly, sweating

The arena was imbued with silence

In that breathless moment, one person’s applause broke out

And that was the trigger

Like fireworks, cheers and applause soon burst through

Evidently, these cheers were not for theupright

Soon, the color-bearer appeared and waved the flag in his hands

A knight, who looked to be a high-ranking person, was standing next to the color-bearer

Then, he proclaimed

“David Valheim, Maxwell The winner is Maxwell!”

It was the definite signal of the spar’s end

The match was over

The winner had been decided

Victory was claimed by the person nobody expected to win

When Cassion pulled his sword away, the hot suainst that hot air, the sas returned to its scabbard

Cassion stretched out one hand to his opponent, as still on the ground

Drip, drip

Beads of sweat fell from the sky and onto David’s face

The trickles that fell under his eyes made it look like he had shed tears

As he stared at Cassion’s outstretched hand, David gnashed his ed, infuriated

He couldn’t understand why he was being given the sportsman-like behavior of a winner towards a loser

Instead of taking the other hly wiping off the sweat on his face

Cassion withdrew his hand

Staggering up, David planted his legs on the ground