Ferland previously had little interest in the tournament, and it took Severin's swift victory over Janik and Thorold to pique his attention. At the same time, the transformation in Severin's aura, along with the overwhelming swordwill, finally made Jangar realize something. "That's why you weren't afraid of going against me! This was your trump card all along!"
As a swordsman himself, Jangar could keenly sense the stupendous swordwill emanating from Severin. It carried a mighty aura, and Jangar felt as if he was surrounded by thousands of sharp swords. Aside from his feelings of surprise, Jangar also found himself filled with excitement. He had faced numerous difficulties in making good progress, no doubt due to the lack of proper swordsmen in the whole of Southsky. Even prestigious sects like Grandiuno Sect and Purevoid Sect were bereft of any young contemporaries who shared in his ideal.
In the past, Jangar honed his swordsmanship through continuous battles. It went without saying that his excitement would be stirred when he saw someone who possessed swordwill as Severin did. Though he initially viewed Severin as a formidable competitor for the first place, he had since regarded Severin as a worthy adversary in swordsmanship.
Jangar felt his blood boil as his eyes were ablaze with fighting spirit. He looked at Severin. "Hahaha, wonderful! I shall use you as a stepping stone to refine my sword skills!"
Severin sneered in response. "Pfft! That would have to depend on whether you are worthy of it!"
Many had said the same thing, but they all ended up being crushed by Severin. Frederick was a perfect example of that.
Kiyu gritted his teeth and urged Ferland, "Please keep the shield in place, lest the shockwave from these two guys destroy Nontwo City!"
Ferland nodded and swiftly ascended to the arena to redeploy the shield.
Jangar and Severin's battle had resulted in shockwaves that nearly obliterated all structures within a two-mile radius. After the shield was reinstated, the two combatants resumed their clash in the arena. They hurtled toward each other like arrows, leaving only visible flight trails in their wake. Sonic booms were produced as they sliced through the air like omnipresent beings.
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