The sun burned fiercely above Crownspire, scorching the enthusiastic eyes in its intense mid-morn rays.
Everyone in Crownspire Arena sweated. However, the reason was not the heat.
"Hey, you don't think he ran away, do you?"
"T-That's quite possible, isn't it? I mean…look at who he would be fighting…Not to mention, he had been consistently getting on the guy's nerves…"
"B-But that's…that's just a scam! Maybe BetYourFuture had actually partnered with the academy to cheat everyone out of their money?!"
"That bastard better return!"
The crowd was deeply frustrated and anxious.
In contrast, a young man stood relaxed at the main stage, a faint smile on his face as he waited for the timer to tick down to zero.
If his opponent thought he would be frustrated by this simple trick, the idiot was far too naive.
A few dozen seconds later, Skylar's brows rose. Iris Snowcrest would be his in thirty more seconds.
