"What is he doing in there?" a spiky, brown-haired young man said, his expression full of curiosity and helplessness.
This was Champs. As for the person he was talking about, it was Draco, of course.
After moving for hours, defeating and killing Volkoid, he now knew that Draco was far stronger than him, especially with his spells. If Draco had used them when they were fighting, he would have been defeated instantly.
One spell, in particular, stood out — the one that summoned a fire dragon. He now realized that he was weaker than Draco. If not for Fist's advice, he might have been eliminated from the competition.
They killed and killed until Draco suddenly stopped, saying he had an inspiration.
Champs looked helplessly at the cave behind him. He had been waiting for the past two hours.
Suddenly, the air turned hot. A familiar sensation struck Champs. "Impossible," he muttered in visible shock, unable to believe what he was seeing.
