Amon slowly walked away from the fighting scene.
BOOM!
BOOM!
The sound of their clashes could be heard behind him.
His mind was a mess. He was too tired. It was a miracle how he was still not eliminated. Now, since the top students were fighting against each other, that meant at least one or two of them would be eliminated.
So that meant the people who wanted to beat him would become fewer.
'Why do they want to beat me? I didn't even do anything to them. Especially Aisha! It was her who was hugging me that night.'
Just then, a shadow lunged at him from behind a nearby tree. Amon sensed it at the last moment, his instincts flaring, but his footing slipped.
He stumbled backward, crashing onto the ground, landing hard on his rear as the shadow closed in.
A silver blade of a sword was at his neck. It was sharp.
Amon gulped down his saliva.
He looked up at the person.
"Amon? It's you," the person said softly. Her voice calm and familiar.
