It was the top fighter from eighty years ago facing off against the top fighter from twenty years ago.
Once again, the onlookers gazed at the old man standing in the air, controlling the air, their eyes now filled with respect and awe.
They saw the peak of card masters.
Meanwhile, on the other side.
The New King of Orlan, Arthur, and his three guards hadn't gone far.
Suddenly, they saw a blazing comet streak past them.
After crashing through dozens of ruined buildings, the figure was buried in the rubble.
The few of them watching this scene also stiffened in expression.
They thought the fight would at least be fiercely tense, but who could have expected a single encounter would send someone flying like that?
The other three Knights under the King changed their expressions drastically and almost without hesitation turned around to form a triangle around the King, guarding him.
When they looked again at the old man hovering in the sky, their breathing had become heavy.
