Kodan looked at the youth with complicated feelings.
He entered the Gold-ranked status thirty years ago, yet the youth seemed to be blessed by the gods and had reached the same level of control over his Element Power as him.
Even if the person was blessed with talent, they would never attain such mastery at such a young age. A possibility was being favored by the Gods themselves, but they would be disabled in some form, so he thought of something else.
“Young man, who’s your Guardian Spirit?” Kodan called out to him.
“What?” Brendel turned around and said puzzledly.
“Stop pretending, you clearly know what I’m talking about!” The old man was angry enough to shout: “This is important, tell me quickly—”
“What are you talking about, what am I supposed to know?”
Brendel was truly confused. He thought that the grandmaster swordsman might ask if he was going to save the youths up there, yet it was a strange question with unfamiliar terms. He watched the old man walk up to the stage in annoyance, but an invisible barrier blocked him.
The thunderous voice once again reverberated throughout the coliseum and interrupted them:
“Mortal, do you wish to continue challenging your destiny?”
“Yes,” Brendel said.
“Brat, answer me!” Kodan slammed on the barrier with his fist.
Brendel glanced at him and put a palm up to tell him to wait. The coliseum suddenly turned darker.
“The next match will be the Duel of Ordeals!” A voice announced over their heads.
Brendel’s expression immediately changed.
“Do you have any idea what the match is, my lord?” Medissa asked curiously when she saw his reaction.
“…… It’s a type of extreme challenge. No matter how much strength you acquire, you will be turned into an ordinary person. In this stage, you must use pure skill to defeat your enemies.”
“Skill? What’s the exact definition?” Medissa arched her eyebrow slightly.
Brendel tapped a finger on his blade: “Combat techniques.”
Medissa reflected on his words for a moment. It sounded like it was advantageous to them, but her lord did not seem happy about it in the slightest. Considering the challenges earlier, it could not be something simple.
“Do you know anything about the Duel of Ordeals, Cohen?” Maher asked gingerly.
“No.” Came the simple reply.
“What are they arguing about?” Jocah’s attention was on Kodan. He was worried whether all of them could leave the place.
“I don’t know.”
“Why does he keep on challenging the duels without freeing us or his remaining companion?” Someone asked.
“Maybe there are some rules we don’t know about? How is it possible to construct a place like this in the mines? To build it only as a game to catch and release people?” Another youth said.
The other youths looked at the blurred faces of the audience and a few found his words somewhat agreeable.
“Hmph. It’s not as if you don’t know how sick these nob
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