Severin's decisive defeat of Janik sparked an immediate commotion among the crowd. It was particularly noticeable on the mayor's side, as well as the sect elders who were sitting on the viewing platform.
Among them was a handsome, salt-and-pepper-haired, middle-aged man who was clad in luxurious-looking clothes. He smiled warmly, and stroked his beard as he remarked, "Your city seems to have produced a prodigy who can kill his peers with relative ease, Mayor Kiyu!"
The man's name was Ferland, an elder of the Grandiuno Sect, one of the four major sects in the whole of Southsky state. He was a level nine supreme saint, and he was in charge of the present edition of Nontwo City's sacred lake tournament.
Elders from the four major sects were entrusted primarily with managing the tournament to ensure fairness. Their other aim was to identify anyone who had potential. Many disciples were nurtured by the sect from a young age, but others were recruited by the sects after excelling in the tournament. Most of the people who were recruited through the tournament had above-average talent or strength—a testament to their abilities as level nine royal saints. As long as they entered the sacred lake and became supreme saints, they would rank around the mid-level in terms of the sect's hierarchy.
Kiyu then responded respectfully, "Oh, but the Grandiuno Sect has numerous disciples capable of effortlessly defeating opponents of the same level."
The subtle flattery elicited a smile on Ferland's face, and he immediately directed his attention back to the ring.
Meanwhile, Rourie was more relieved than anything when he observed Severin's easy victory over Janik from the Chorteaus' waiting area. Despite the enthusiastic exclamations of his family members, Rourie's mood was not quite aligned with the celebratory atmosphere. His family members were discussing heartily among themselves.
"He won?! Elder Severin won?!!"
"He was up against Janik, the Gahrrs' great elder! Who would have thought that Severin could kill Janik with barely a couple of moves?"
"Who will be the unlucky opponent selected to face Jangar?"
"He has full comprehension of swordwill despite being only twenty years old. I don't think anyone in Nontwo City can hold their own against him, other than Thorold and Severin perhaps."
"Severin? I'm not so sure about that! I'd place my bets on Thorold, though, given that he's a disciple of the Deifirm Sect, and his lightning-based combat techniques surpass even Janik's. Severin can't be on the same level as they are!"
The mayor soon revealed that Jangar's opponent was an honorary elder from a second-tier family known as the Roaldes. The contender opted not to enter the ring and surrendered without a fight. No one made fun of him despite the somewhat farcical situation that seemed to have resulted, as Jangar's formidable combat ability was not to be underestimated. Being a true swordsmanship genius, he could effortlessly transcend levels in combat due to his adept understanding of swordwill.
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