Chapter 61: An Excuse to Use it [3]
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The roar of the crowd was deafening.
Nathan's strike had landed, and the commoner spectators were merciless in their celebration.
"Did you see that?!"
"He's done for!"
"One more hit and Pureheart won't get up!"
The noble students, clustered on the right side of the hall shifted uncomfortably. Their cheers had faltered, replaced by tense murmurs. A few still tried to sound confident, but their voices lacked conviction.
"It was just one hit…"
"He'll recover."
"He's a noble. He has to."
But the doubt was plain on their faces.
Nathan had truly succeeded in turning a class that was in relative peace into a divided battleground of nobles and commoners, who now talked against each other.
