Jonas pulled his sword from the fallen orc's chest, and the bluish glow of his blade slowly faded until the sword returned to its normal state.
The sound of the contestants applauding Jonas filled the room. No one now doubted that he would become a knight.
Breathing heavily, Jonas raised his sword in the air and saluted the cheering crowd. His eyes scanned the crowd, searching for a familiar face. He knew that his victory wasn't just personal; it was a message to all the contestants there that it was possible to defeat the orcs. His eyes finally caught Bel Selvarum, who was watching the scene intently. Jonas lowered his sword slightly and pointed it directly at Bel, a smile forming on his lips.
"Bel! Now it's your turn," Jonas shouted, challenging Bel.
