"Your Highness!"
Rommel and the others cried out the moment they entered and saw Chen Cheng standing on the arena.
"Oh, Rommel, wait a moment. Watch first as I have a round with them."
Chen Cheng smiled at Rommel and the others below the stage.
By then, the gifted participants in the duel had also stepped onto the stage. Since they had previously been in a designated waiting area and did not know what had happened at the Grand Council, they were all slightly taken aback when they saw Chen Cheng in formal attire standing opposite them.
"Fan Miu'er, use all your strength. Do not hold back in the slightest."
Because Chen Cheng had initiated the duel first, the King of the grand duchy, who had already reached a secret verbal agreement with the Kingdom of Como, no longer intended to honor that agreement.
For a marquisate to challenge a grand duchy to a duel was simply an insult to the grand duchy, especially when the challenger was merely the crown prince of a marquisate.
If this were not the Grand Council, how could a marquisate possibly issue a duel challenge before the King of a grand duchy? Before he could throw down his glove, he would have been killed by the kingdom's warriors defending their honor.
Upon hearing the King's words, Fan Miu'er's bewildered gaze immediately turned murderous.
"Fan Miu'er."
It was merely a lightly spoken name, with no title or affiliated faction mentioned.
If duel rules had not required them to announce their names before beginning, Fan Miu'er might have skipped even this step.
Yet to Chen Cheng, his opponent, this was undoubtedly the greatest insult.
Unfortunately, Fan Miu'er's insult was like throwing flirtatious glances at a blind man—utterly wasted. Chen Cheng did not know such a rule