It was just a fleeting glance, but it made Lunetta feel as if she had just escaped a great calamity. "Phew," Lunetta let out a deep breath, her hands placed on her chest as she watched him walk by, the tension she felt washing away. Her attention quickly turned to Keith, who was inside the ring as the fight had begun.
At the other end of the venue, Kai smiled mysteriously, letting everyone look at him in awe; even his smile was beautiful. "Go on, protect her," Kai whispered to his shadow, who left quickly. Nobody knew who he was talking to; they only saw him open his mouth then close it. The fight was getting intense as both parties were evenly matched in strength. "I really underestimated him," Keith muttered slowly as he landed, thinking of a way to end the fight smoothly. The other person charged forward, his sword gleaming in the hot afternoon sun. Keith met his sword head-on, their swords clashing. "
What... My sword broke a little," his opponent said furiously as he looked at his cracked sword, his eyes darkening in anger as he felt the other party was playing with him. "Die!" He screamed, infusing his power into the sword as he delivered the blow. He was shocked when Keith landed safely. "What... He must be a level eight," the crowd got hyped as the fight got rowdy for a moment. Keith smirked, still looking carefree. The other man saw his smirk as a sign of pride and became irritated and frustrated, not caring that it wasn't a usual fight. He felt the need to take his life. "Go die," the man screamed, throwing his sword into the air and charging at Keith. But Keith deflected his sword, effectively pressing his sword on the man's neck, emerging as the winner. "Checkmate," Keith said to the man, smiling victoriously. The fight ended like that, leaving everyone shocked. "This guy is not bad," the youths at the arena whispered among themselves as Keith left the ring. "What do you think, bro?" He said as soon as he sat down, swinging his hands on Lunetta's shoulders, grinning like a fool. "Not too bad," Lunetta said, assessing him deeply. He was definitely from Light Crescent, but why hadn't she seen him before? All Keith felt was a light breeze throwing his hands off Lunetta's shoulders. "Ehhhh," he said in surprise, looking around to check who did that, but he couldn't find anyone. "Don't tell me there are ghosts out here," he whispered, shivering.
Lunetta looked at him as if she was looking at an idiot, taking back her words of praise. "Lunetta, isn't that your number being called?" Keith looked at her in surprise.
Lunetta finally paid attention to the soldier who was calling out the name. "Urrrhhh, is my luck too good or just too bad?" "Aex, you have been paired with Jordan," Keith took a good look at her tiny hands and thin waist, looking like a delicate flower, and he couldn't help sighing. "Why don't you forfeit?" Keith said with a look of pity in his eyes. He really didn't feel good at the thought that his 'newly found brother' would be beaten black and blue.
Lunetta gave him a look of disgust; this was precisely why she was here, to have fun and conveniently check if her skills had improved. Fighting with Jordan was not within her expectations, but who was she, and who was Jordan? Merely a boy who used to follow her with his sister around. "You don't have to give me that look of pity. I'm fine," Lunetta picked up her sword, but feeling that the sword might make others recognize her, she turned it into a small dagger. "You don't have to be so arrogant, Aex. Just be careful," Keith finally said, feeling that the young man was arrogant and had his own pride.
Lunetta ignored him calmly, entering the ring. She looked at the other person casually, but she could admit that he had indeed grown. "Ehhh... he is only with a small dagger," the people below finally noticed. "His guts sure aren't small. Who is Jordan? Of course, this fight won't last up to a minute," a man said with conviction, looking at Lunetta mockingly. "Look at those tiny hands," his friend replied, believing like his friend that the fight wouldn't last up to a minute. "Start." "W... What just happened?" the guy stammered in shock. They didn't even see when she moved, casually drawing blood on Jordan's face, her body relaxed. "Seems like I underestimated this guy," Jordan thought as he cleaned the blood from his face. He quickly charged at her, his sword long and righteous.
Lunetta could feel the force from the sword and knew that if she did not dodge, she would be in trouble. She flew backward, her head turning to the side as she dodged. Jordan threw his sword again, cutting the sleeves of her clothes. "Interesting!" An old man said, stroking his beard, his eyes calmly watching the fight. Jordan was his student, and he knew how his strength level was. Right now, they hadn't even fought properly, and they had injured each other. "How intense was this battle going to be?" "Hmmmp, how am I going to leave the palace next time, tearing my new clothes?" Lunetta was a little bit angry, and her eyes darkened.
Lunetta threw a left kick towards him, hitting his chest and sending him backward. The force from this kick wasn't small, and he could feel blood gathering in his mouth. He hastily swallowed it, sending his sword towards her, swinging it craftily in a way Lunetta couldn't dodge, hitting her waist. "Oh no, I can't let others see my waist." The cool breeze and pain on her waist told her the injury wasn't small. She was just playing around with him because he was Lino's brother. He really did not know what was good for him. Her long legs spun forward in a double kick, one to his head and one to his stomach, kicking him out of the ring. "What... the fight ended just like that?" Some men stood up in shock, not believing it. "Yes, the other part of the rule states if the other person gets kicked out of the ring, then they have lost the match," one of the youths provided, chuckling. It seems that they had all forgotten this rule. "This young boy sure is smart." They all looked at her with different eyes. The one who was the most surprised was still Keith; he opened his eyes and mouth, not a word coming out. He was speechless.
Jordan looked at the young man in the ring, his face black, and eyes cold. Others would think he lightly kicked him, but his head was painful, the part she had hit swollen, his stomach felt as if a thousand knives were stabbing him. "I will surely remember you," he vowed secretly as his people helped him out of the arena. "If not that I, your grandfather, doesn't want to be exposed, I would have still dealt with you," Lunetta whispered arrogantly, stepping out of the ring, one hand holding her waist painfully, she walked out of the venue. "Where are you going, friend?" Keith said, bumping shoulders with her. "Gasp," Lunetta moaned in pain as she looked at this person who was like sticky glue. "I couldn't believe that you could fight so well," Keith kept on rambling, his hand even following his mouth movement as he narrated. Lunetta took a look at this person and flew quickly, disappearing in the blink of an eye. Keith wanted to pursue her but looked at his own wings; he could only resign to his fate. "Till we meet again, dear friend," he screamed in the direction Lunetta went. "Who wants to meet with you again?" She replied, rolling her eyes. Suddenly, her waist was grabbed by a hand, and they flew higher, the speed almost stunning her.