From the stands, confusion spread.
"What's going on?"
"Why is Prince Zohar struggling?"
"He's just playing around, right?"
"Yes, he's holding back!"
"Stop holding back!"
"Kill him already!"
The chanting returned, louder, more desperate.
Prince Zohar tightened his grip on his sword.
His pride burned.
And deep down… for the first time, fear began to creep in.
"But the way I see it in your eyes," Nolan said calmly, "you're starting to panic."
Prince Zohar's brows twitched.
"Are you not going to talk trash anymore? Nothing?" Nolan continued, his tone flat, almost bored.
"Shut up!" Prince Zohar snapped. "I don't know what you did to stop my attack—but you still haven't seen the best of me!"
Mana surged around him.
With a sharp shout, Prince Zohar rushed forward again.
His sword came down in a powerful arc.
Nolan leapt.
