The environment inside the Arena was tense. The Queen had a very displeased expression on her face.
“Is he really not going to come? Only one minute is remaining until the time runs out, and I don’t think he will be able to make it to the stage, even if he is standing right outside the Colosseum right now,” Sam thought as he and all the other audience continuously stared at the entrance gate.
Perci, on the other side, was getting really nervous at this moment, and he was continuously taking rounds of the arena.
“Am I really going to win this match? I never imagined that I would win this event so easily. Finally, I will receive the money to get my mother all healthy again. Thank you, God,” Perci thought as he overjoyed inside his heart.
“What was I thinking, trusting that guy? A commoner?” Fiona cursed as she threw her wine glass towards the wall.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, only 30 seconds are remaining until the ten minutes’ time period comes to an end. Will Mr. Jule be able to make it to the stage, or is this the end of this year’s Academic Exchange?” Sam asked as he looked at the entry gate one last time and started walking towards Perci to declare him as the winner.
“Where is master? What is he thinking?” Jessica wondered as she continued to chew her nails rapidly.
“Well, looks like your man is not coming, Fiona?” Mrs. Glen mocked Fiona with a smile.
“Say one more word, and I will really kill you,” Fiona spoke with a very irritated voice.
“But Fiona…” Mrs. Glen tried to speak something, but Maison immediately stopped her.
“Mom, please keep your mouth shut,” Maison spoke with a very serious expression as he looked at her.
“Okay,” Mrs. Glen replied as she kept her mouth shut.
“10…9…8…7…6…5…” Sam started counting backward.
“Ah… I am leaving,” Fiona said as she closed her eyes and stood up from her chair with a very angry expression on her face.
“3 – Huh?” Suddenly, Sam stopped counting as he felt something on his right shoulder.
Sam immediately looked back and noticed something that shocked him thoroughly. Not only him, but the whole audience sitting inside the Colosseum. It was Anon, standing behind him and looking at him with a smile.
“You might want to stop that countdown, buddy,” Anon spoke.
“Y-Yes, Sir,” Sam replied.
“Now, don’t you have something to announce?” Anon asked with a smile.
“Yes,” Sam replied.
“Then do it,” Anon said as he removed his hand from Sam’s shoulders and went back to his position.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, Mr. Jule has made it to the stage in time. I don’t have any idea how he did it, but he did it, and that’s what matters. Now, let’s begin this fight,” Sam spoke as he stepped down from the stage and walked up to the sand hourglass.
As soon as these words fell into Fiona’s ears, she immediately rushed back to her position and looked at Anon with a wide smile.
“So, what were you saying again, Mrs. Glen?” Fiona asked with a mocking smile.
“Nothing, nothing at all, Ma’am,” Mrs. Glen replied with a very irritated expression.
“Hehe…” Charlie chuckled a little at this view.
“Laugh all you want, Charlie, my champion is here,” Fiona spoke as a whole new energy filled her body.
“Well, it’s good that he is back. Now that white-haired weak guy won’t win the match,” Maison spoke.
“Did you see him coming here, Deris?” Eve asked Deris.
“No, did you?” Deris asked back.
“No, you idiot. If I would’ve seen him coming here, why would I ask you?” Eve replied.
Crack
The mysterious man with the black suit and black mask broke his cane as he looked at Anon.
“How did he get here? Croc-Assassins, those bastards, I gave them one task to do, and they couldn’t do it. I will mess up these bastards,” he said in a very frustrated tone, leaving the Colosseum immediately. ｂ𝚍𝚘𝚟ｌ.ｎｔ
“3…2…1…Start,” Sam declared as he turned over the sand hourglass.
Crack-Crack
Anon cracked his knuckles and looked at Perci with a smile.
“What’s your name?” Anon asked.
“Perci, Sir,” Perci replied as he assumed a defensive position.
“Ah, Perci. If I am not wrong, you are fighting this tournament because you want to get your mother treated, right?” Anon spoke.
“Yes, Sir,” Perci replied.
“Well, good luck then. Come at me with everything you’ve got,” Anon spoke.
Perci immediately changed his stance…
[Your opponent has used the skill [Martial Art: Second form Praying Mantis].]
‘Wow… that’s one serious Martial art. Can’t take him easily…’ Anon thought as he also assumed his defensive stance.
“Hyaaaaa…” Perci shouted as he jumped from his position and came at Anon from above.
‘Why isn’t he moving from his place?’ Perci wondered as he looked at Anon.
As soon as Perci’s hands reached near Anon’s body, he noticed that Anon had disappeared from his position and reappeared near the top left corner of the ring.
Perci jumped to attack him again, but this time when he landed on the ground, he felt something different.
“Candidate Perci has been disqualified from this event due to stepping out of the Arena,” Sam’s voice resounded in the Colosseum.
“What? But I am still-” Perci tried to make sense of Sam’s announcement as he turned around, but suddenly he noticed that he was really standing outside of the Arena.
[Illusion]
‘What a great skill… He was 10 levels lower than me, and I don’t want to waste too much time on him either. I have to corrupt Faith as well, can’t spare time on him.
While he thought that he was attacking me, in reality, he was just swinging his sword in random directions, and as the last illusion, I just moved the arena a bit left, and that’s why he jumped out of it by himself, That was easy win.
I almost forgot, how easy things are when i do them with my skills.’ Anon thought as he smiled and looked at Perci standing outside the Arena.
“Mr. Jule has officially won this match and without much effort. Ladies and Gentlemen, a big round of applause for Mr. Anon,” Sam spoke.
Clap-Clap-Clap
Perci walked back up to the stage and bowed down to Anon.
“I am very thankful for your teachings, Sir. It’s been an honor fighting with you,” Perci spoke as he stepped down again and started walking towards the exit.
“Oi, kid,” Anon called out.
Perci halted his steps and looked back.
“Yes, Sir?”
“Here you go, get your mother treated well,” Anon said as he tossed two platinum coins towards Perci.
“T-T-This… Th-Thank You Very Much, Sir. I will never forget this kindness,” Perci spoke as he bowed down to Anon once more and left the Colosseum.
