In the watching area.
The atmosphere was starting to get heated.
Both NPCs and Players cheered loudly, most of them cheered for HolySword's victory.
Many betted for his victory after all, and a few lonesome figures who gambled on Isaac could have a big payday ahead.
It was apparent who betted on Isaac.
Few NPCs had sweaty palms as their hands were on praying gestures, hoping for Isaac's victory.
None of the Players betted for Isaac's victory because they thought it was obvious who would win, but they weren't as confident anymore.
''Come on, HolySword! Use your sword— you can't win with defending!'' The Players started back seating; many even had red faces after all that shouting.
''HolySword? Why are you called like that if you don't use your goddamn sword! You are stronger in Close Quarters, just fucking attack!''
''Attack, attack, attack! Come on!''