"Hey, what do you think this F-ranker's chances are?"
"Not too low, I guess? He one-shotted a B-ranker!"
"Hmph, that's a one-time trick. Aureus would be aware of that, and once his surprise attack fails, what would he do?"
"Hahaha! Can you make it any more obvious that you bet your money on Aureus making the top 16? Oh, I wonder what your face will look like if this F-ranker upsets your bet."
"Ha! Do you hear yourself? An F-ranker — disarmed of tricks — upsetting an A-ranker? Who are you kidding?"
"Well, that's true…"
Hundreds of similar conversations took place as two young men stared at each other, waiting for the match to begin.
Aureus had a faint smile on his face, ready to "absorb" the "Sword Skill" of his opponent, then destroy him after.
It was clear that the A-ranker believed he had figured out the opposition.
