When Satter saw Benlo appear before him, he smiled as well.
"You finally came..."
In his father's original plan, there had been an arrangement for his half-brother, whose real name was Zane Morin, to hand over his accumulated points to him.
Although many adjustments had since been made to the strategy, that did not affect the implementation of the original plan.
"Hurry up and give me your points..."
He glanced at the rankings. "Not bad... You're actually ranked fifteenth. Very good. I'll put in a good word for you before Father later and get you some rewards."
Only then did he notice Cress, the black-robed man standing behind Benlo.
He had seen this man before. He seemed to be one of his father's people, though Satter did not know the specifics and paid him no mind.
Benlo slowly approached him. "Of course, my brother... I'll give you my points right now."
As he spoke, he raised his hand.
Satter's mind was filled with the thought that as long as he got half of Zane's points, he would immediately enter the top five of the rankings!
However, just as he focused all his attention on the leaderboard and waited for his rank to change—
Benlo suddenly drew his sword and stabbed it into his chest.
Satter's expression froze. He lowered his head in disbelief and looked at the sword tip buried in his chest.
Then fury appeared on his face as he threw a punch at Benlo.
Benlo was not surprised. As the son of a duke, it was perfectly normal for him to have a few life-saving measures.
Although that sword had pierced his opponent's chest, it had failed to pierce his heart and had been stopped.
It was not armor. It was likely some kind of automatically activated Spell