The commotion in Section A of the arena had already drawn the attention of people elsewhere in the venue.
And with the Lord's son's shout, every gaze in Earta Square turned their way. Even the matches underway on the platforms came to a halt.
"Gasp!"
"What? The 'Medium,' Arthur Credos, actually stole another family's Mystic Art?"
"Did you hear?"
"The 'Medium,' Arthur Credos, is only so powerful because he stole another family's Mystic Art!"
"Did you hear?"
"The 'Medium,' Arthur Credos, is only so powerful because he can steal other people's Mystic Arts!"
"Did you hear?"
"The 'Medium,' Arthur Credos, can devour people's souls to obtain their memories and Mystic Arts!"
In less than five minutes, hearsay had turned into outright falsehood.
And it spread in every direction, growing more absurdly exaggerated by the moment.
"Heh. The nobility's little tricks!"
De'erqiao, the 'Gale Sword,' sneered.
He had experienced something similar himself.
But once he had chopped off that bastard's head, all the rumors had collapsed on their own.
Granted, he had been punished for it.
With an enormous fine, for instance.
When he paid that fine, he could clearly sense the minor noble family's delight-which made him suspect they had deliberately provoked him to extort a payout.
The six months his entire squad had spent tightening their belts afterward had only convinced him further of the nobility's shamelessness.
Just like what was happening before him.
Even without knowing the circumstances, De'erqiao was certain the nobles were behind it.
"That fellow is dead!"
Kang Si'ang, the 'Whale-Slaying Sword,' watched the smug Young Lissop and spoke with absolute certainty.
That was how nobles without an established legacy behaved.
A noble family with three generations of history would never choose to target someone at step-entry. Only newly risen nobles like these failed