Upon learning the news, Leon's thoughts immediately began to stir.
However, the duel on the arena had not yet ended. Since he had been invited to serve as a judge, as a member of the judging panel, he naturally had to remain faithful to his duty. Forcing himself to suppress his emotions, Leon turned his attention back to the arena.
Angel, on the other hand, was not as impatient as Leon. Perhaps because... although he had not participated in Rolando's capture, he had witnessed the entire interrogation process. Thus, he already had a clear idea of the situation and was far calmer.
The battle in the arena had now entered its final moments.
The two still had energy left, but under the strain of such intense combat, their minds had both fallen into exhaustion.
Tulas, in particular, looked to be in the worst state. His eyelids drooped from time to time, and his gaze had already begun to blur.
In a battle of this level, when offense and defense were evenly matched, the one on the offensive was indeed more likely to tire first.
From beginning to end, Tulas had been thinking of how to break through Sabel's "Circle." All manner of wild ideas and strange moves had kept his mind stretched taut at the very edge, so his condition was even worse than Sabel's.
On the other side, Sabel had barely moved. Within his "Circle," his knight's rapier could move wherever his will reached. Though it also consumed much mental effort, he was in far better shape than Tulas.
"Looks like the battle is about to end," Angel said softly.
Leon nodded as well. Under such circumstances, it would be very difficult for Tulas to turn defeat into victory.
And that was indeed the case. Despite being so exhausted,