"Red, you look pretty battered!"
Hades joked as he watched Red return.
"Hah! He won't get away."
Red wasn't dejected. He felt perfectly calm as he looked toward Genryūsai Shigekuni, who stood at the center of the Arena, the focus of the entire world.
The strong were strong, and the weak were weak. Genryūsai Shigekuni was stronger than him, so it was only right that he had won.
Red was already satisfied to have fought him to that point.
But second place didn't sound good, and for someone as proud as Red, it left things unfinished.
Hades caught the implication: Red would enter the Second Swordsmanship Tournament twelve years from now.
By then, Red would be even stronger, and no one would be his match.
Not even Genryūsai Shigekuni.
Red was absolutely certain of it.
The moment Red decided to enter the Second Swordsmanship Tournament, its outcome seemed set.
Roger would most likely be gone by then. Who else could stop Red?
To Hades, things would only start getting interesting with the third tournament.
But that was all in the future. For now, the World's Greatest Swordsman had been crowned.
Hades didn't need to announce it or make the final call.
The whole world was celebrating.
Newspapers were being printed across the world, ready for distribution.
The shrewd reporters had prepared two versions from the start, ready to publish whichever one matched the winner.
Even though countless people had watched the tournament unfold and seen the result, the papers would still sell like hotcakes.
The Swordsmanship Tournament, which had lasted nearly four months, was drawing to a close. But it wasn't over yet.
The next day, its precious prizes would change hands—another moment everyone was looking forward to.
Hundreds of billions of Beli would also be handed out.
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