"The Knight Academy hasn't had such a genius for almost ten years. I didn't expect that this year..."
Tom smiled bitterly and said, "Stuart is going to lose."
Not long after Tang Man finished speaking on the stage, Stuart had been forced to a corner of the dueling platform.
The silver battle aura reflected on his face made him pale.
Stephanie was like a goddess holding a holy sword, her aura fierce and aggressive.
A trace of hesitation flashed across Stuart's face, but in the end, he still opened his mouth and said, "I admit defeat."
Over at the Knight Academy's side, wild laughter rang out.
The red-haired Hawthorne was he still so arrogant and detestable.
On the contrary, the students of the Tulip Magic Academy were in low spirits.
Everyone stared at Hawthorne angrily, but there was nothing they could do.
A loss was a loss. Their strength was inferior to others, so there was nothing they could do.