The atmosphere on the arena plunged into another strange silence.
Brant Fairbanks was very surprised.
The Sword School is strong, and Franco Tennyson is even stronger.
But now, without even fighting, he kneels to beg for mercy?
Impossible!
Ansel Tennyson's body isn't even cold yet. No way Franco Tennyson would just let it slide.
But indeed, that's the reality.
Franco Tennyson raised his head, using his sword with difficulty to support his body.
His face was full of disbelief.
"Franco Tennyson, if you want to fight, then fight. What are you..." Brant Fairbanks didn't finish his sentence, suddenly feeling as if the power within him was completely drained.
He fainted all of a sudden.
Thud!
The dean of the Ocean Academy fell straight to the ground.
"What's going on! Is this what being a master means? Is this a duel that ordinary people like us can't understand? A battle of wills?"
Some Martial Artists, clueless, could only speculate wildly.
