Under the gaze of countless onlookers, Velin was somewhat bewildered inside, though he maintained a calm expression on the surface. He rose from his stone seat, took a step forward, and arrived at the center of the dueling arena.
"Moon Knight!" Hundreds of people stood, bowed, and expressed their respect to the Black-haired Youth standing in the middle of the dueling platform.
At the same time, hundreds of Dawn believers rose in unison and bowed. "Eternal Dawn Knight!"
At that moment, the other spectators realized who this man was—the one capable of making so many Gold Tier and higher Transcendents bow to him.
Before long, not a single person remained seated in the vast spectator stands.
Against the inner wall of the dueling platform, the middle-aged man pulled himself free from the wall and fell face-first to the ground.
After taking several seconds to repair his internal injuries, he slowly rose to his feet and looked up at the Black-haired Youth who had appeared on the dueling platform. There was little surprise on his face.
He had already learned from the second challenger that the other man was among the tens of thousands of spectators. He simply had not known where.
What he had not expected was for the sword used by the third challenger to be so powerful. It had nearly killed him here. It truly was worthy of being the Moon Knight's personal sword.
From several hundred meters away, Velin's gaze pierced directly through the man's soul. Looking at the scars upon it, he raised a hand, and a streak of purple light flew from his palm, crossed the distance, and entered the man's soul.
In an instant, the cracks in his soul were repaired.
The middle-aged man stood frozen in place, disbelief on his face. As he