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The unruly girl definitely had talent. It seemed that she had reached the Peak realm. She had impressive talent, but she sorely lacked experience.
"Th-this can't be..."
Realizing her defeat, the girl from the Evil Path started shuddering, then teared up, her face flushed with shame. She had not expected such a defeat. Not only had she lost in the first round, but she had lost to an opponent who tripped and flailed his sword randomly! For a martial artist, this was a lifelong stigma.
To martial artists, fame was power, life itself. The despair and shame she felt over her tarnished reputation were indescribable, and they were only compounded by the crowd’s jeers.
"Luck is also a skill! There are no do-overs in victory and defeat!" shouted the judge.
Unable to bear the shame, she ran off of the stage with tears streaming down her face.
Davey silently watched her leave, his expression hardening as he exhaled shortly. "Huff..."
The sound of clinking suggested his grip on the sword was shaking. The counteraction had strained his arm muscles.
"What a pity... How nervous he must have been, tsk tsk... his expression was that of a dead man."
"What in the world... to see such a stupid match in this event held between the Evil and the Righteous Paths."
"Hey, it's not Evil and Righteous, but Righteous and Evil!"
Those observing Davey seemed to have completely misunderstood the situation.
'Davey, are you alright?' Perserque asked.
'Yeah...' Silently sheathing his sword, he turned around without any ceremony.
The words of the crown prince of Hwan, Wol Gye-Woo, kept bothering him.
‘What should I d...
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