On the other side of the arena, four combatants engaged in a fierce battle, none appearing particularly skilled.
The fight had been raging for about a quarter of an hour, with no sign of ending among the four—two fistfighters against a swordsman and a knifeman.
One of the fistfighters, clearly growing impatient, yelled at the knifeman who kept swinging at him, "Back off! I don't want to fight you."
"Ha, you probably just realized you can't beat me," the knifeman retorted, his blade moving even faster, a sneer forming on his lips.
"Kneel before me, and I might let you off..."
"Go to hell!"
The word "kneel" seemed to particularly enrage the fistfighter, who didn't wait for the knifeman to finish speaking.
He launched a punch that connected squarely with the knifeman's face.
The force and speed of the punch were evidently of a high standard; the knifeman, lacking the ability to dodge, was immediately knocked down.
