Thud.

Hugo’s splintered wooden sword fell to the floor in an instant. Hugo stood frozen in place, still holding his word, while Henry, victorious with a single blow, thrust his wooden sword into the hard ground as if erecting a victory monument in the face of the loser.

The crowd looked on in stunned silence.

“How was it?” Henry asked Solomon.

“W-what…”

Even Solomon was left speechless.

‘H-how does this even make sense?’

Aura was not something that could be cut through so easily. Especially by a Learner-class swordsman who had yet to familiarize himself with it. But Henry was no ordinary Learner—he was a 5th-Circle wizard who had reached the Mage rank. Mages possessed a level of magical prowess that was far beyond that of a Sword Master. This was why Mages were given much more respect than Sword Masters.

But Hugo had no way of knowing this. He continued to stare at Henry with a blank look on his face, all while continuing to hold his broken sword.

“It was a good duel, sir,” Henry said with a smirk.

Hugo had suffered a crushing defeat and with it, an indescribable level of humiliation....