"Hmm." Gilbert squinted his eyes as Sultan started talking to Asher. "Don't you think this is a bit unfair?"
The others turned to look in his direction as he continued.
"The arena they're fighting on is pretty small, and because they're in a school environment, they're trying to hold back as much strength as they can to minimise damage. Normally it'll be fun— FAIR, if Lucius's kid was also struggling from this burden, but it's the opposite."
"You're right." Oliver followed. "Along with his familiarity with adapting to a situation like this, he's been using cunning tricks to engage the Golden-ranks down. Like his next move for example..."
At that instant, Asher's staff suddenly shot up from Nov's laps up to his neck, popping out of thin air and knocking him out.
"It would take at least four level 74 superhumans to deal with a rank 7 beast, so of course they'd pass out, being hit in their vital points like that —"
