At the highest VIP stand in Qinsidun City's arena, Viscount Blake Boen could hardly accept that the victor had been decided in a matter of seconds. He couldn't even fully process how Xia Ya had ended the match with a series of punches and kicks faster than the edge of a blade.
The veins on his forehead bulged as he desperately restrained the urge to order his men to kill Xia Ya and those two bastards from Protos Royal Magic Academy. His hand tightened around the cane planted on the ground.
He glared at Xia Ya, then shifted his gaze toward Lanchi and Sid in the distance.
"Professor Meiqi... You won't object if I deal with those two students, will you...?"
Viscount Blake Boen spoke in a terrifying, trembling voice without even opening his teeth.
Everything was the fault of those two troublemakers...!
"No problem."
Meiqi nodded.
"After all, you'll become governor. I'll help you settle things with the imperial capital."
Meiqi knew very well that he needed to go along with Viscount Blake Boen's mood at a time like this.
Viscount Blake Boen nodded, rose, and walked toward the stands where the nobles of Snowfield Province were gathered, inviting them to move together toward the side where Viscount Levin Kinston was seated.
The silver-glittering knight arena reflected off the wrought-iron railings of the VIP stand. A grand procession of nobles slowly gathered and advanced from their seats. Their luxurious clothes and the scent of irises woven between their ranks shone brilliantly beneath the winter sun of the snowlands, lending an even more solemn air to the recently concluded match.
As they approached, the spectators who had yet to leave the side of the stands sensed the change and hurriedly moved aside. The once-crowded area near Viscount Levin Kinston's seats