After securing the seats in the back row, Arsh rested his gaze on the two people picking up the weapons from the rack. They were standing at the very same place where he was beaten out by Miss Jena, just a week ago.
Looking at the two competitors from the spectators' areas, the crowd was ecstatic too. Their hyper nature was clear as the day, looking at how they raged loudly in excitement, and all of their eyes were locked on the giant arena drinking into every detail. The arena, though with this many people, mostly looked like an ancient Colosseum.
The spectator's area was completely filled to its utmost capacity. So much so, that students were even willing to watch the duel, even by standing at the walls of the arena.
Arsh sighed looking at all of their unfound excitement. He also remembered how interested his classmates were while watching his clash with Miss Jena. It didn't make any sense at all.
