After Quillon was announced the winner, there was no applause from the crowd like normal, they all just sat there in disbelief.
General Augustus could be considered a hero for the kingdom with how he had defended the southern border and kept the citizens safe.
Yet now he was laying on his back unconscious with blood gushing out of a horrible wound, and very few people even understood how it had happened.
Even Marcus had barely seen the single slash that had ended the fight, and all he could think was that this man Quillon was by far the strongest fighter he had seen so far in this tournament.
'Can I beat him?'
Marcus wondered if he could win even if he gave it everything he had.
With his base abilities, impossible, but maybe with his supreme skill and unique skills active he could win, but he was still not certain.
