The arena fell into a brief silence, followed by a tidal wave of cheers. The supporters of Simmons, who didn't dare to expect much before the match, went wild. The light of the Canon Law School finally shone.
Nagan's eyes were full of reluctance, but this was not a battlefield, not a life-and-death fight. The duel was already over; she lost.
"Simmons, I hope to have the chance to spar with you again in the future!" Nagan said through gritted teeth.
Simmons sheathed his Greatsword and smiled, "I accept my loss; hopefully, no need to spar again."
Nagan was stunned, only to realize moments later, almost fainting with anger.
In the stands, a nervous Achilles sprang up, "Well done, Simmons! As expected of a good son of Hedan, I'm rooting for you!"
