Chapter 65: An Abandoned Village (5)
Once both parties had fully recovered their health, mana, and stamina, the four challengers regrouped, facing one another.
Wolfang tilted his head. "Why are you crying, Joel?"
"I'm just happy, man," Joel said, sniffing and rubbing his nose.
He had been silently jealous of Wolfang—who was not only skilled in swordsmanship but also a handsome man in his early thirties, capable of sweeping countless ladies off their feet. But now, Joel couldn't be bothered. He vowed to overcome every obstacle for Blake's sake!
Kyria ignored the tears of a grown man and glanced at the clock visible in the corner of his eye—an overlay from the game system.
In a minute, their brief competition would begin. It would last an hour, granting a huge advantage to whoever won. Having Anonymous House or Superbia on one's side was a big deal.
3… 2… 1… 9 p.m. flashed on the clock!
The competition officially began!
