Given Glenn’s exceptional track record, who would underestimate the Sword Union’s disciples? So, when Miles courageously volunteered for the challenge, most people were confident.
“Miles, listen up! Be cautious, and don’t make any hasty moves!” Crystal frowned with concern.
This time, she took Miles and Ruby along to gain experience and see what talents Dragonmarsh had produced in recent years.
As for attention-grabbing situations like this, Crystal personally didn’t like them.
As a Sword Union disciple, it was essential to focus on improving sword skills and character. Crystal knew that if they cared too much about getting famous quickly, they wouldn’t get very far.
Competition in the Sword Union was tough, and they didn’t keep members who weren’t useful. Failing the yearly assessment meant getting kicked out of the sect.
Those who thought joining the Sword Union guaranteed a carefree life ended up as abandoned disciples.
“Crystal! I’ve got the arrow ready, and I gotta let it go. Trust me this time. I won’t let you down!” Miles declared. Without waiting for a reply, he marched forward with his sword drawn.
“Wait, Miles-”
Crystal was about to stop him, but Ruby interrupted, “Crystal, Miles is good with a sword. If he gets serious, defeating Marco shouldn’t be hard.
“Plus, with so many people watching, if Miles backs off now, what will others think of us, the Sword Union disciples?
Let’s give him a shot.”
“You don’t get it, do you? I don’t want Miles to take this risk because it’s about the Sword Union’s reputation. If he loses, he might get expelled from the sect!” Crystal frowned.
If it were just a minor skirmish, that would be one thing. But the situation involved a conflict between two nations.
If Miles lost, the consequences would be severed, and it was something he couldn’t have shouldered.
“Crystal, the fight hasn’t started yet. How can you be sure Miles will lose? Have faith in him, okay? We, from the Sword Union, are all talented!” Ruby said proudly.
“You really don’t get how serious this is, don’t you?” Crystal sighed, feeling a bit helpless.
After all, there was a big gap in talent.
Sure, Crystal was proud of her skills and brought honor to her family. But when compared to someone like Glenn, the difference was huge.
In this challenging situation, all she could do was hope that Miles would do amazingly well and bring back some honor to the Sword Union.
“Go, Miles! Defeat that brat!”
“Miles! You are the pride of the Sword Union and Dragonmarsh. Win decisively and make Kimboku surrender!”
“Don’t waste time talking, just go for it!
Miles confidently stepped forward to take on the challenge, and the onlookers erupted in cheers with words of encouragement.
At that moment, there were no distinctions between different sects or factions. Everyone shared the same goal of defeating the warriors from Kimboku.
The first to speak was the butler, asking, “Who goes there?”
“I’m Miles from the Sword Union, here to teach you some manners!” Miles looked radiant and spirited, relishing the praise he hadn’t heard in a while.
The butler turned and bowed deeply, saying, “Mr. Alessandro, the challenger from Dragonmarsh has arrived.”
Marco raised his glass, took a sip, and then looked at Miles. In a somewhat broken Dragonmari, he said, “You… are too weak. It’s not worth my time. Send someone stronger.
His disdainful words immediately caused a commotion in the crowd.
