the right chance to strike him down.
SKRRRIIIIIIII
Edward completely parried the katana that was still on his blade, sending Ebens body flying backward, giving it an opening.
This is the end!
Instantly, the Blade God successor doubled the Mana he had on his body and concentrated a huge amount on his blade.
The pressure that was building on the stage, while in merely the fraction of a moment, was enough to make my hair rise.
This is a big one! My mind rang in excitement.
His opponent was currently open and right in range.
A single Form of the 9 Fundamental Precepts would be enough and, judging from Edwards stance, I could guess the one he was going for.
The blade ascended, covered in the deep color of highly-concentrated mana, ready to be discharged at any time.
VWOOOOOOOOOOMM!!!
It was truly the end!
I-I forfeit! Ebens words rang out.
At that very moment, Edward hurriedly halted his descending blade from moving any more.
WHUUUSSHH!!!
All the air around and behind Eben evenly parted, sending a wave of pressure dancing on the stage.
I could see the elite student nearly shivering in response to the blade that would have hit him if he refused to surrender.
Sweat dripped from his face and a look of both fear and frustration burned in his eyes.
Whether he accepted it or not he had lostmiserably, at that!
The audience was certainly not expecting this, as gasps escaped their mouths.
It must have been so shocking that a no-name Martial Artist would completely obliterate someone who was an elite.
Sure, it could be argued that Eben was overconfident and severely underestimated Edwards abilities.
However a loss was still a loss!
W-winner, Edward Karl Leon! Klaus stuttered in his declaration, most likely also surprised by the outcome of the match.
The moment the victor was decided, Edward withdrew his sword that hung in mid-air, inches from Ebens shoulder.
It seems your blade has finally known defeat The winners voice trailed as he walked away from the unmoving loser.
I could see the satisfaction that played on Edwards face.
It was a sharp contrast to the one whose expression screamed of frustration and pure hate.
D-dont think for a second that I have been defeated! I only forfeited the match! Ebens voice rang out in a feeble attempt to justify himself.
Edward didnt even bother looking back on the utterly disgraced contender and shrugged casually instead.
Get off the stage.
I need to fight my next opponent.
I nearly cried out in joy once I heard the extremely cool response of my pupil.
It was so manly!
Eben could no longer disgrace himself anymore, so he simply had no choice but to leave the stage with his head hung in the shame of losing, no, even worsesurrendering to his opponent.
It was quite a funny sight!
The last contestant, Xavier Denmark, climbed the stage with his broadsword, looking quite unnerved as he faced Edward.
Do you not want to surrender? He asked.
After seeing the fight that just unfolded, what sort of fool would still want to fight instead of surrender?
Well, he was standing right on the stage!
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