The battle ended.
The elf knelt powerlessly on the ground, hands clutching the greatsword that had pierced his chest, slowly bowed his head, and as Xi Mu watched, he withdrew the Hunting King's Greatsword, accompanied by a flow of blood, and the elf's body fell to the ground.
Immediately, a black flame symbolic of death enveloped the elf's body, burning it to ashes.
"So cool!" In the stands, a girl exclaimed, covering her blushing face, yearning for a spring breeze moment with the knight in the arena.
However, a disdainful snort came from beside her. She turned her head subconsciously and saw a silver-haired man, bare-chested, with an extremely annoyed expression.
"Too bad he's going to die soon," the white-haired man stood up and leaped into the arena with a fierce jump.
He stood before Xi Mu, looking down at him.
"I find your aura quite disagreeable,"
"..."