Cloud glanced at Alex with a deep expression, "Indeed? We'll just have to see then. I hope these youngsters can keep up their performance and not... falter or meet with accidents."
She turned to her disciples and instructed, "Let's go. Remember today's loss and reflect on it."
The three disciples of Cloudary School quietly followed her, their faces showing clear signs of disappointment and reluctance.
As the noon bell chimed, the competition took a brief hiatus.
Participants and spectators began leaving the arena to find places to rest and eat.
Alex and his three students were about to leave when they were halted by a familiar voice.
"Mr. Watson, Isabella!"
Turning around, Isabella saw a tall, sharply dressed young man approaching them.
Her eyes brightened, "Michel! Why are you here?"