The master smith's eyes reddened. The fucking bastard was spouting nonsense. He was simply going too far!
Everyone had already witnessed how Leonel's blade was superior to his. Now, how did it matter who said what? In which delusional world would this be his win? The result of the duel was already crystal clear to every fucking moron in the room! He had lost, and Leonel had won!
And yet this guy dared to joke in this manner.
"Shut up! You switched the materials! Admit it!" He shouted again. This time, Damon did not have to respond. The crowd started murmuring loudly, several students speaking out.
"Switched the materials?" one apprentice muttered under his breath. "But we all saw him use the same ingots we did…"
"Yeah," another whispered, voice trembling. "He never touched anything different. I… I brought him the iron myself."
