Bab 1140: You are not worth it

Amidst the loud cheering of the crowd, an elf stepped onto the stage like a hero.

Sariel, a striking elf with silver hair and piercing blue eyes, stepped into the arena with an air of utmost confidence. He wielded a finely crafted staff embedded with many sparkling gemstones, and intricate symbols carved on it.

Elira got onto the stage as well but the young elven girl paled when compared to her opponent. It was as if a rabbit was facing a lion. One look at the girl and anyone could tell that she was new to combat. 

However, thanks to her misfortune she had met with Sariel. Now the match outcome was already decided. With the entire crowd wearing a pitiful expression, the bell rang and the match started.

Gazing indifferently, Sariel raised his staff, locking eyes with Elira as if to say, "Prepare yourself."