Clang!
The rune sword fell out from his hands and dropped onto the floor. However, Cecil neither moved to pick it up, nor gave it a single glance.
For a swordsman, losing his confidence over something as simple as a loss meant that he did not deserve to wield a sword.
Since he had issued the provocation, he would bear the repercussions of defeat.
Wang Zhong was at one side of the hall, dissecting each detail of the match that had just ensued in order to learn from experience. At times, he drank a bit of alcohol while carrying out his analysis. This is the real way to relax and liberate himself. This kind of fights is very enjoyable indeed.
In contrast, the person beside him had a gaze that held a passion so ardent that it was like the sun. Throughout this ordeal, Scarlet felt that she had drunk too much and everything that had just happened felt way too surreal. Perhaps, everything that had happened was just a dream. A very beautiful dream.