Of all people… why did it have to be her?
Alden sighed.
Well, it's no use crying over spilled milk.
Following Varian's instructions, he walked toward the sparring arena.
Fortunately—or rather, unfortunately—they had been chosen for the first match.
The rules of the sparring were simple.
No weapons were allowed.
Only physical techniques were allowed, but lethal attacks were forbidden.
And if anything accidentally happened, Varian was there to intervene.
Varian was an Ascendant. Not just any normal one, either.
He was one of the strongest.
A man feared by many and respected by even more.
People called him the Cunning Barbarian.
The reason was simple.
His fighting style was rough, violent—like a true barbarian. But he wasn't just a brute. He used his head to always stay one step ahead of his opponents.
He was considered a true prodigy of martial arts. His talent in it was said to even surpass the Draegon Family.
