After hearing this news, Lyon's mind started to wander.
However, the duel on the stage was not over yet. Since he was invited to be the judge, as a member of the judging panel, he naturally had to be loyal to his duty. Lyon forced himself to restrain his emotions and focused his attention on the ring again.
He wasn't as impatient as Leon. Perhaps it was because he didn't participate in Roland's capture, but he did witness the whole process of interrogating Roland. Now that he knew what to do, he felt a lot calmer.
The duel on the stage was about to reach its final stage.
Both of them still had some energy left, but in the midst of a high-intensity battle, their minds had entered a state of fatigue.
Torras, in particular, was in the worst condition. His eyelids drooped from time to time, and his vision was getting blurry.
In a duel of this level, if both sides were evenly matched, it was easy for the attacker to get tired.
Torras had been thinking about how to break through Sabelle's' sphere 'since the beginning. His mind was constantly on the edge of tension, so his condition was worse than Sabelle's.
On the other hand, Saber didn't seem to be moving at all. Within his "sphere", the knight's rapier could move as he wished. It was still exhausting, but it was much better than Torras.
"Looks like the fight is about to end," Angor muttered.
Leon nodded. It was going to be hard for Torras to turn the tables in this situation.
And he was right. Torras had to keep attacking Saber even though he was exhausted. But now, he was showing a flaw in his attacks. While Torras was dazed, Saber's rapier managed to pierce through his leather armor.
Saber's rapier didn't manage to pierce through the leather armor. Instead, the rapier's rapier drew a semicircle in the air.
The pigeon-blood gemstone on the rapier's hilt suddenly released a red light.
Thud! Torras' pupils constricted as he lost control of his body in mid-air. The force from the tip of the knight's sword sent him crashing to the ground.
Saber lowered his head and slowly sheathed his rapier.
Saber bowed deeply at Angor, as if he was responding to Angor's voice transmission.
He then glanced at Monroe, whose soul was nowhere to be seen. "Lady Monroe, it's time to announce the result."
Only then did Monroe regain her senses. After coughing twice, she stood up and looked at the arena. "The match is over. I declare the winner to be …"
When Monroe said this, she suddenly stopped. "Sir, I see that Sheriff Torras hasn't fallen off the stage yet. I think he can still fight?"
"He's already defeated."
"The winner is — Knight Saber!" Monroe quickly announced. "Knight Saber!"
Suddenly, a shout of "Knight Saber!" shocked everyone present. Other than a few fangirls who were still worried about Torras, everyone was calling out Sabelle's name.
Sabelle himself didn't pay any attention to this heaven-shaking call. He was used to it. When Angor looked at Sabelle's old face, he almost saw his younger self — a knight commander who dominated the battlefield.
Only a Knight of Glory who had won the war could show such calmness.
It was very similar to Sabelle's usual calmness.
Sabelle didn't respond to the shouts. Instead, he quietly approached Angor with a strange look in his eyes. It seemed he had something to ask.
But at this moment …
A black shadow suddenly crossed the distance of tens of meters between the arena and appeared directly behind Knight Saber. It was so fast that it looked like a flicker of light.
When Sabelle sensed someone behind him, it was already too late.
He turned around and saw Torras, whose eyes were bloodshot and appeared to be delirious.
Torras was still mumbling, "I won't lose … I won't lose …"
A fierce attack accompanied by the silver light of the scythe was coming at Sabelle.
Even if Sabelle wanted to draw his sword, he didn't have time. Just as Torras' attack was about to land, Sabelle felt a huge force behind him and pushed him to the side. At the same time, a figure stood in front of Torras and blocked him.
It was Angor.
"It's time to face reality," Angor said while grabbing Torras' hand.
However, Torras was already in a daze. He didn't even know who he was facing, and he immediately launched a second attack at Angor.
In less than a minute, Torras and Angor had already engaged in several rounds of battle.
The more Torras fought, the redder his eyes became. To everyone's surprise, Torras' strength was still increasing. Even though he was in a daze, he was still able to dodge Angor's attacks by reflexes.
Sabelle couldn't believe what he was seeing.
His consciousness was unclear, but his strength was actually several times stronger than before! If Torras fought Angor with his current strength, Sabelle would be at a disadvantage.
What was even more puzzling was that Torras' strength seemed to have no upper limit.
Angor also noticed that Torras was slowly becoming as strong as when he first met Torras in his undead form.
Angor sighed when he saw Torras' dazed eyes. Perhaps Torras' mind was just like when he was still an undead. Some of his battle memories were also coming back to him, which was why he was getting stronger.
Under such circumstances, it would be difficult to wake Torras up.
Torras was now fighting anyone he could get his hands on.
Angor glanced around with the remaining light in his eyes.
The audience was still in shock. They didn't know what was going on. Why was Torras standing up all of a sudden? And why was he fighting with the judges?
Angor didn't want to waste any more time with Torras, so he made up his mind.
Torras charged at him again. Angor didn't move. His scimitar almost reached Torras' eye socket. Lyon exclaimed from the side. Everyone's hearts were in their mouths.
But right at this moment, Torras's figure suddenly vanished.
There was no trace of him at all. If it weren't for the scratches on the stage when Torras and Sabelle fought, everyone would think that everything was just a dream.
But when they woke up from the dream, everyone was shocked.
Where did Torras go? Angor didn't know what to say.
Angor didn't explain. He walked to the judges and nodded at Sabelle, who was still in a daze. "You did well. Torras needs to be taught a lesson."
Sabelle snapped out of his daze, but his expression darkened. "Truth be told, I'm still no match for Torras in terms of strength."
"That was an accident. You're the only winner of the duel," Angor said. "With Lady Monroe as the witness, your victory is an undeniable fact."
Angor looked at Monroe. "With Knight Sabelle's help, Lady Monroe will have another powerful ally in Foundation City."
Monroe smiled but didn't say anything. Her expression was still respectful.
"Since the duel is over, let's go." Angor looked at Leon.
Leon nodded without hesitation. He wasn't paying attention to the duel.
Before Angor could leave, Sabelle suddenly stopped him. "Wait, can I ask you a few questions?"
He turned around and looked at Sabelle.
"Where's Torras now? Also, are you a superhuman? "
"That's all you want to ask? If that's all, you can ask Freud. He'll answer them for you. "
Angor glanced at Monroe and asked her to take Sabelle to Freud. He then turned around and disappeared into the noisy arena with Leon.
Angor and Leon returned to the real world.
Padt Manor was still peaceful. Sunders and Thewis hadn't returned yet. Leon told his servants that he was going to Grue Town and asked them to prepare some food and drinks for him.
Lyon's thinking was still stuck at the boundary of a normal person, so he had never considered the fact that official wizards did not eat much, let alone Magic Eaters.
Still, judging from Leon's excitement, Angor could tell that he respected Red Hair Thewis.
Angor didn't leave immediately. Instead, he took out the Church of the Deceased and placed it on the table. Then he reached his spirit feelers inside.
Before they even entered Torras's room, they could already hear a blood-curdling scream coming from the room.
"I won't lose! I'm still here! I'm the king of the Easternmost Sea! I defeated the legendary pirate Red Beard! How can I lose to a liar?!"
"Do I have to say it again? Red Beard wasn't even ten years old when you died." Angor's voice suddenly reached Torras' ears.
"That's not important." Torras suddenly froze. After a while, he spoke in an aggrieved voice.
Every time Angor mentioned Red Beard, Torras would try his best to refute Angor's words. But this time, he didn't say anything.
"You think you didn't lose? Because you didn't fall out of the arena? "Angor asked.
Torras nodded after a moment of hesitation.
Angor didn't say anything else. Instead, he used an illusion to show Torras what happened.
"Do you still think you didn't lose?" Angor asked again after reading the whole thing.
At that time, Torras was already very tired and revealed a flaw that Sabelle caught. Sabelle could easily stab his sword into Torras' chest, but he didn't. Instead, he lifted the sword slightly and placed it on the leather armor.
Sabelle didn't use his sword to pierce through the leather armor. Instead, he used pure strength to knock Torras away.
Torras was completely weightless in the air. If Sabelle used a little more force, Torras would be sent flying out of the arena.
But Sabelle didn't do that. He only allowed Torras to fall to the edge of the arena.
Sabelle had given way to Torras twice in a row. His demeanor was more than enough, and when Torras was struggling to get up, he didn't finish him off.
Torras wanted to say that he didn't lose as long as he didn't fall out of the arena. However, this wasn't a fight to the death, and he wasn't Sabelle's enemy.
Torras lowered his head and didn't try to argue, which meant he accepted the outcome of the battle.
Angor was glad to see Torras' reaction. Now that Torras was no longer as arrogant as before, he would be able to calm down a little.
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