Jangar had put in a tremendous amount of effort to ensure that at least two people from the Lischalts advanced to the third round. Unfortunately, the lots that they drew were in favor of Severin's group.
Severin was slated to face Germain in what was supposed to be a surefire win for Severin. After all, Severin had already proven himself by defeating Thorold. By contrast, Jangar found himself against an honorary elder from the mayor's mansion, whom he was sure to win against.
In other words, Jangar seemed like an outsider in a competition where the sure victors were Severin's group. He was furious, as there seemed to be no point in continuing the matches. Unfortunately, he still had to abide by the procedure and face his contender. The honorary elder from the mayor's mansion knew what was coming and conceded, having nothing more to fight for after already bagging one spot. Severin's opponent did the same as well.
However, as Severin prepared to leave, Jangar unexpectedly challenged him openly, "Let's not bother drawing lots anymore. Most of the contestants here are your group, anyway. Let us compete with each other, you and me. Winner takes first place! Are you brave enough to take me up on the challenge?"
Severin sneered. "Why wouldn't I be?"
Jangar sought to expedite the competition by challenging Severin directly for the top spot, a suggestion that Severin had been hoping to propose as well. The spectators, overhearing the exchange, buzzed with excitement.
"Did you hear that? Severin agreed!"
"Who will win this earth-shaking match?"
"Jangar seems to be a cut above Severin. He is the Purevoid Sect's prodigy, after all. Haven't you heard about his spectacular feat of killing nearly ten level nine royal saints? Even a supreme saint that had just made a breakthrough would think twice about going up against him!"
Severin was completely oblivious to Ferland's intentions, but he stood immovably in the arena with a calm expression. That attitude only fueled Jangar's anger, and he drew his sword before unleashing an impressive display of sword energy that left the spectators trembling in fear.
Swordsmen had to devote themselves to the sword, and Jangar took it to great heights by training his sword energy and comprehending swordwill from the day he began to learn how to wield a sword. That was the true dedication of a swordsman!
Jangar remained focused as he looked at Severin. "My sword can slice through mountains and halve seas. Are you sure about accepting my challenge?"
Severin unleashed his swordwill and responded in an equally composed manner, "Of course."
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