Bright, resolute, and keen.
Like an unsheathed sword.
Everyone who saw De'erqiao's eyes at that moment had the same thought at first.
And then?
Came the stinging pain.
Just as the people in Earta Square were experiencing now.
They felt as though something had stabbed their eyes. Many cried out in pain, while even more covered their eyes and lowered their heads.
All they could hear was the voice of the Count's Chief Swordsman-
"Begin!"
That single command drew everyone's attention.
They wanted to witness the battle in the arena, but their tear-filled eyes could make out nothing. Everything in their vision was a blur.
They could only hear the wind.
A biting wind rose with a howl.
It was like a gale suddenly sweeping across the sea, whipping up towering waves.
It also stirred the curiosity of everyone in Earta Square.
That was how people were.
The less they could see, the more they wanted to look.
And the world?
The more you wanted to see, the more it kept you from seeing.
It was like a hundred claws scratching at their hearts.
Their curiosity became unbearable.
Everyone in Earta Square began rubbing their eyes, then opened them wide and looked toward the arena-
Only Arthur remained in the arena.
De'erqiao had long since vanished.
No!
More precisely, De'erqiao had become the wind.
A sword hid within the wind, and a man within the sword.
The wind was like a sword.
The sword was like wind.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
As the wind howled, fine grooves a finger deep scored the arena's hard stone surface, one after another. They overlapped in layers, and fine stone dust swirled into the wind.
At once, the invisible wind gained color.
The gray wind howled harder.
De'erqiao's figure hid even deeper within it.
But