The first day of the Dragon King Martial Arts Tournament...
Drew to a close after Alice and Elinalise both claimed victory in utterly different yet equally stunning ways.
In the space of a single afternoon, the Saviors team's reputation...
Spread through all of Wite City like wildfire.
Whether in casinos or taverns, everyone was talking about that blindingly fast flash of crimson-gold Sword Flash.
And that elegant, lethal battlefield waltz.
The "berserker" and the "artist."
Two monsters with utterly different styles, yet both so powerful they left people breathless.
They made every contestant reassess these two opponents in the tournament.
That evening, the atmosphere in the suite at Dragonflight Court was rather peculiar.
Keith was grinning from ear to ear as he counted the enormous pile of gold coins...
He had won at the casino.
Keith had placed heavy bets on Alice and Elinalise that day.
Naturally, he had made a killing.
Cui Ciyou silently grumbled:
Keith, it's a good thing you're a gambler who never loses.
I hate gamblers more than anything.
Elinalise elegantly swirled the wine in her glass.
A languid, satisfied smile rested on her face as she enjoyed the leisure that followed victory.
Alice looked rather bored.
Her fight that day had ended too quickly.
It left her feeling frustrated, her appetite for battle unsatisfied.
She sat alone in a corner, polishing her short sword.
Cui Ciyou, meanwhile, reviewed all the matches from that day.
Especially the information on those formidable fighters who had advanced just as easily and whom Keith had marked as "extremely dangerous."
He was preparing for the next day's matches.
The night gradually deepened.
The bustle of Wite City finally began to fade.
Only the occasional drunken song drifted over from afar.
Cui Ciyou closed the last intelligence scroll in his hands.