After the Shield Bearer came a man who fought with Daggers. He played dirty, using a poison dagger to slowly try and defeat Stanley.
Stanley didn't let that happen. He ran down the man, fighting at a close range where he dealt more damage than the man could throw his daggers.
In the end, Stanley easily won.
Stanley felt weird at the lack of fatigue of any sort when the match ended. Regardless of how strong he had become in these past few months, he had still always felt fatigue and pain. And yet, the lack of it was quite an interesting experience.
Light converged in front of him and he stared at his 8th opponent. He had come this far, so he wanted to go all the way to 10. He waited for his opponent to fully form, and when he did, Stanley paused.
He looked at the man, a regular young man in his 20s, with a slim and slender body, holding a sword. It was this sword that had caught Stanley's attention.
