When they cheered, Liam felt like he truly deserved that although he was also grateful to mother luck that he did not die as he looked down at the open wound on his arm. It was only less than a centimeter and was a small red line on his skin.
Finally, the next opponent arrived and he had a hard time with that one. He was a man almost twice Liam's size and he was a good sword man.
The next opponent was smaller than him just like the first wizard he fought with but this man was different as he was so fast with that small frame. He seemed to be able to become one with the wind as he swung his swing left and right toward Liam.
The sword looked a little oversize for someone with that small frame but he could not laugh at how it looked like a child playing with his father's sword when the man gave his first attack.
