On the other side of the arena.
When Gray Merchant's group saw Dox successfully cursed and his chest pierced through by a blood spear, they had thought victory was already in their grasp. But the changes in the arena came too quickly. No one had expected that Dox, who had been at death's door a moment ago and could have slipped into critical condition with another blow, would suddenly revive at full strength.
Instead, Wicked Woman, who had held the upper hand, suffered a backlash from her curse, and the transplanted vicious eye instantly burst apart.
Everything had happened so fast that before their joy could even fade, the next moment dealt them a crushing blow.
Fen Mo covered her mouth, shaking her head as her eyes widened. She simply could not believe the changes unfolding before her. Most of the other apprentices were much the same. Even Demon Elephant, whose expression could not be seen behind his mask, kept sighing.
Shepherd put away his lazy expression and muttered, "Is this how wizards fight?"
Reversal, turnaround... then another reversal.
The battle changed too fast for the eye to follow.
Gray Merchant, who had remained silent all this time, finally spoke. "Wicked Woman has lost this one."
There was not a trace of uncertainty in Gray Merchant's tone. He stated the outcome with absolute certainty... even though the duel had not truly ended.
As Gray Merchant's words fell, the already dispirited group suffered another blow to their morale and became even more dejected.
Seeing this, Gray Merchant said, "However, this victory or defeat has little to do with Wicked Woman. Who could have imagined that a wandering wizard would be hiding a mysterious hide scroll?"
"From what we can see so far, that mysterious hide scroll has no direct offensive power.