Severin's determination was firm as he withdrew his gaze and focused on the arena. Soon, two names were called, and the contestants entered the arena for their match. Severin observed silently in the crowd. The two participants were honorary elders recruited by second-tier families, and both were level nine royal saints. They engaged in an evenly matched battle, drawing cheers from many a spectator.
The match did not interest Severin much, after all, the contestants' attainment was about par and somewhat inferior to Rvein and the Walpens.
The duel concluded in about as long as it took for a candle to burn halfway, and the winner was soon declared. The second round then commenced, featuring an elder from the Gahrrs against one from the Lischalts.
Severin decided to close his eyes, take a moment to rest, and wait patiently for the outcome. Half an hour later, the Gahrrs elder emerged victorious and secured a spot in the next round.
"Severin Feuillet." Severin's name was called at last and it was finally his turn to step into the arena. As he stood up and went forward, he drew the attention of everyone who was watching. After all, he was the Chorteaus' honorary elder and a figure who had recently gained prominence in Nontwo City.
"It's Severin! The Chorteaus' honorary elder!"
"I heard that he's an exceptionally strong individual. He apparently defeated three of the Walpens' level nine royal saints single-handedly! It's almost certain that he'll secure a top-ten position in the tournament!"
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