Hebrew saw that things were going badly and prepared to jump off the arena, only to discover that a Magic Shield had appeared behind him at some point, cutting off his retreat.
"You think you can run after beating up my men? Where's the fun in that?"
Hearing his big brother's words, Hebrew revealed an awkward smile and said sheepishly, "Big Brother, wasn't I just testing the results of their training for you?"
"You should be thanking me, yet now you want to beat me up."
"Besides, I'm your actual younger brother. Could you really bear to hit me in front of so many people?"
Below the arena, countless spectators held their breath and stared intently at the stage, eagerly awaiting how Lord Orlando—the governor of Zeferus, commander of the Zeferus Legion, head of the Fire Lion Knight Order, and Silver Dragon Knight—would beat up his own younger brother.
As time passed, the crowd gathered like a rising tide. Some whispered among themselves, while others pointed and gestured, making the atmosphere increasingly tense.
To get a better view, some people simply scrambled onto the rooftops with both hands and feet, watching the arena from above.
"Such a sharp tongue. It seems you really have grown quite a bit. Today, I'll test just how capable you are." Orlando placed his hands behind his back and spoke calmly.
Seeing that he could not persuade his big brother, a sly glint flashed through Hebrew's eyes. He prepared to change tactics and gain an advantage for himself.
"Big Brother, if we're fighting, then neither of us can use combat skills. You also have to suppress your rank to the same level as mine."
Orlando quietly looked at Hebrew, his gaze as calm as still water. "Fine."
Seeing that his scheme had succeeded, Hebrew's confidence