Michael's gaze locked on the illusion panel.
In another waiting room, Prince Rui straightened, eyes glowing faintly. He brushed a loose strand of black hair behind his ear.
Renn Noah's calm expression finally shifted too.
Uga blinked lazily. Then returned to staring at the wall. He'd know if sothing concerned him—once it called him to the stage.
"These four," the comntator went on, "are the reason the tournant took a different path. The reason the council was forced to rethink everything."
The audience leaned forward.
"Power," the comntator said simply. "Overwhelming power."
He paused.
"And now, these four will fight. They will show us why their presence shook the scales of this competition."
He raised his hand.
"The first match will be between—"
A brief silence.
RENN NOAH vs PRINCE RUI
Michael blinked.
Renn…?
Renn.
Michael rembered the youth.
Putting aside his personality, the wooden sword he wielded was unforgettable.
But while he recognized Renn, the other na caught him off guard.
Prince Rui.
Who was that?
"Hm… could he be the real candidate the Duke wants to win this competition?"
Michael couldn't help but suspect it.
Also, though he wasn't entirely sure yet, the comntator's words painted a picture. From what had been said—and more importantly, what hadn't—Michael could guess that the competition, which should have stretched longer, had been abruptly cut short.
Excessively short.
And he could guess why.
People like him had changed the landscape too drastically. His earlier display alone must have thrown the whole bracket into chaos.
The officials likely didn't want to drag out a competition whose ending was already clear.
Why waste everyone's ti when only a handful had the strength to stand at the top?
"Four people, huh…"
"Renn, this Prince Rui… … and who else?"
The image of a bear-like youth flashed in Michael's mind.
Uga.
That brute was strong. No question. But was he the fourth?
Michael wasn't sure.
Even as he mulled it over, his eyes didn't stray from the illusion display.
Back in Group C's waiting room…
Renn and Prince Rui stood up at the sa ti.
The motion was subtle, but the tension that followed was anything but. Both youths turned their heads slightly, their gazes locking for the first ti not as spectators or strangers, but as opponents.
Renn's fingers instinctively curled around the hilt of his wooden sword.
This was it.
He was one stage away from the next ladder.
His family's dream—the Noah dream—was within reach. But now, standing across from him, was not just any opponent.
An Empire prince.
Renn's grip tightened.
If it had been a kingdom youth—even a noble from a high house—he wouldn't have hesitated. But this? This wasn't just so noble's son.
This was Prince Rui, a scion of the Black Serpent Empire.
He was just a baron's third son.
An insignificant na on a land barely worth defending.
For a mont, doubt stirred.
Was this really possible?
Could he, Renn Noah, stand against the weight of an empire?
But just as those thoughts began to deepen—just as the fear started to thread its way into his resolve—Prince Rui's voice cut through the air.
"I would advise you," Rui said calmly, his tone bordering on cold courtesy, "to give up."
Renn blinked.
"Show face," Rui added, voice still soft but bearing a weight that could crush pride. "There's no sha in knowing your limit.
Then he turned and walked out of the room.
No threats. No mockery. Just… superiority. The kind that didn't need to be explained.
Renn remained frozen for a breath longer, staring at the spot where Rui had stood.
Then the comntator's voice rang out through the illusion.
"Prince Rui has entered the arena! Now we await his opponent… Renn Noah!"
The crowd roared at the na. So out of excitent. Others simply to fill the silence.
But the silence stretched.
Renn hadn't moved.
From the arena, Rui stood poised, arms crossed behind his back, his long dark coat billowing faintly in the wind.
The comntator, clearly growing impatient, began to count down.
"Ten…"
"Nine…"
The audience grew restless.
"Eight…"
"Seven…"
Disappointed murmurs spread.
"Six…"
"Five…"
Boos began to rise from the crowd. So already turning their attention away.
The crowd was losing interest—already starting to see it as a no-show. But Michael's focus wasn't on the stage anymore. It was on Renn.
Why hasn't he co out?
He didn't know the boy well, but from what little he'd seen, Renn Noah wasn't the type to back down.
Even after seeing what he could do, the youth made sure he knew he wouldn't lose.
At least to him, he wouldn't lose.
Michael leaned forward slightly, eyes narrowing.
Could sothing have happened?
It wasn't that Michael was worried—not really. But curiosity gnawed at him. Renn's presence had left an impression, no matter how faint. There was sothing about that youth.
So why the hesitation?
The opponent?
Michael's gaze flicked back to Rui.
"Four…"
"Three…"
Just as the countdown was about to end—
Renn stepped out.
The crowd gasped.
The comntator grinned. "Well, well! Look who found his courage!"
Rui turned, calmly, to face his opponent. His expression hadn't changed—but his eyes narrowed just slightly.
He hadn't expected Renn to show up after all.
But what really vexed him wasn't the fact that Renn ca.
It was the look on Renn's face.
Unshaken.
Determined.
Not a trace of hesitation remained.
Perhaps Renn was talking to himself.
Perhaps he was talking to the prince.
Either way, his words ca soft—but sharp.
"…Nothing's going to stop ."
He took one step forward, then another.
And for the first ti, a flicker of irritation crossed Prince Rui's otherwise emotionless expression.
He didn't like that look.
Didn't like that defiance.
Because in Rui's world, people like Renn were ant to kneel—or vanish.
Not like this.
The coliseum grew louder.
The match hadn't even begun, yet the tension had already reached a fever pitch.
Two youths.
Two worlds.
One match.
And the arena was ready.
User Comments
0 comments from readers