Colosseum [2]

He chose to participate in the arena battles to test his skills and create an alibi for why a head had selected him.

Specifically, to create a reason for Zed to approach him.

Staring at the lizardman, Brandon unsheathed his blade.

No magic, no zones, no binding vows.

All pure body strengthening.

SHIIING—!

He knew he was never good at the sword. Reason being, he had never formally learned swordsmanship.

It was then when he recalled a certain memory.

—Remember, you are no duelist. That body isn't fit to fight like a duelist. It's not even fit at all to fight as a mage.

—But with your involvement, it should be enough to at least be comparable to mages.

It was for that reason why his defense stat was always low.

'No.'

Brandon shook his head.

The least person he wanted to listen to when it comes to fighting was the other Brandon.