The golden afternoon sunlight that had originally streamed through the wooden lattice windows now filtered through the dust inside the arena. A faint smell of gunpowder hung over the floor, which creaked from time to time like a shout in the silence.
However, after Lanchi replaced Frei and chose to sincerely apologize to everyone, appealing to their emotions and reasoning while analyzing the cause, course, and outcome of the misunderstanding,
their continued efforts to communicate gradually eased the atmosphere in the arena.
A cool breeze swept through the decrepit doorway, and the bamboo curtain rustled softly like a gentle lullaby. In the afternoon nap hour, it gradually soothed the Fighter Club members' irritable moods.
Lanchi's unhurried words and his entirely different friendly attitude from Frei's seemed to make the fighters feel that perhaps both sides really could take a step back.
"..."
For a moment, Hughberlian had no idea how to evaluate the combination of Frei and Lanchi.
Frei had nearly torn someone else's roof off the moment he arrived. After Lanchi took over, the others naturally felt that opening a window was no big deal.
After some negotiation,
Cerveny frowned deeply and pointed toward Frei, who was standing in the distance.
"You went too far just now. This guy must be suspended and forbidden from fighting again. If you agree to that, I'll accept another match against you!"
No matter what, the more Cerveny looked at Frei, the angrier she became!
She would never allow such a despicable fellow, who possessed no Martial Soul, to step onto their fighting stage again—even if the other side guaranteed the fairness of the duel this time.
"No problem. Frei is suspended."
Lanchi promised Cerveny.
Hughberlian stood in the back, bewilderedly watching the situation change in an instant.
She felt that, on the