In the next second, Jash swung his sword in a downward arc, only giving a minor skin wound to the noble's scion.
Yet...
"AAAARRRGGGHHHHH"
A loud shriek escaped his lips, souring Jash's mood, and he used the hilt of the sword to knock him unconscious.
"Next!"
This time, Jash had a cold expression as he called the next duelist, not wanting another shrieking pig about to be butchered.
'It was just a minor scratch...' he cursed at the feebleness of his opponent, on the verge of beating some sense into him.
Thankfully, the next opponent didn't seem the least bit affected by the previous two duels.
While everyone was hesitating, she took the stage and held two daggers close to her body.
'Hm? Do I know her?' Jash wondered, unable to place the look of hostility in her eyes.
It was his first time seeing her, but he praised her courage, unlike the others who gave up just after two minor scuffles.
—Schick
