"You... you bastard!!"
"That's despicable! Your sword broke, and you still used your fists!"
"You're making a mockery of the duel!"
"How dare you act so arrogant after resorting to such underhanded tactics! Lord Sword God, please allow me to kill her."
Everyone here ranked among the finest warriors. Seeing Nina in such a miserable state, coupled with Alice's outrageous arrogance, they could no longer contain their fury.
Only the two Sword Emperors and the Sword God watched it all with cold detachment.
Even the Sword Kings were beginning to lose their restraint.
Ghislaine, meanwhile, smiled as if to say, "Just as I expected."
Because they understood who was in the right.
What Alice had just done was right, too.
An "Official Match" was not decided the moment a sword broke.
It was decided when one's heart submitted to the opponent!
Or when life and death settled the outcome.
The instant the sword broke, Nina's heart had submitted. She had thought she had won, and she had let her guard down.
But Alice had never treated this as a "match" in the first place.
This was a fight to the death!
If your sword broke, you used your fists. If your fists broke, you used your teeth!
Until one side lost the ability to fight altogether!
That was the essence of the Sword God Style!
"Sorry, sorry."
At that moment, Gal Farion, the Sword God seated at the head of the room, finally rose.
He laughed delightedly.
"I misjudged you a little. You're even better than I imagined."
Step by step, he slowly descended the stairs.
"Next, I'll be your opponent."
At those words, even the two Sword Emperors who had remained silent showed a hint of surprise.
"Lord Sword God, surely there's no need for you to deal with