Silence.
Silence.
A strange silence.
Without the cheers and shouts from before, everyone in the audience looked as if they had seen a ghost. They looked at Heath in confusion.
There was nothing they could do. The three matches had gone on too inexplicably.
The player on the field seemed to have some kind of strange magic. The three players who had fought against him clearly had extraordinary strength, but they had all lost to him inexplicably.
"Could it be a fake?"
Everyone could not help but look at the noble who was in charge of organizing the competition in the audience seats. The latter was so scared that he kept wiping his cold sweat.
No matter how much they did not believe it, the truth was the truth.
"Reiden's Knight, Heath, wins!"
As the referee announced again, the curtain was lifted for the third round of the competition.
Only the final match was left in front of Heath.
