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By the time I arrived at the scene, the competition was already nearing its end.
Julian had been thrown several meters away by Caleb, lying on the ground, unable to
move.
The confrontation from the arena, not long ago, was replayed once more.
I gracefully sat down in the seat next to Valerie.
“Ms. Blackwood, you’re too kind. Why bother going easy?
“Let your beast-man show his true skills.”
Valerie’s face was ashen. She didn’t speak.
I feigned surprise, covering my mouth.
“Oh? He wasn’t going easy? No way!”
“Anya Sterling, your beast-man is indeed very skilled. But the victor hasn’t been decided
yet, so there’s no need to get so carried away…”
I curved my eyes, cutting her off.
“Oh, you flatter me.
“It’s just that your beast-man is too weak.”
Valerie couldn’t take it anymore.
She pulled the long whip from her waist and slammed it against the railing of the spectator stand, her voice cold.
“Julian, if you don’t win this competition, I’ll make sure you die here.”
The moment her words fell, Julian on the platform suddenly exploded.
A flash of cold light-it was his old trick again. He used a hidden dagger to stab Caleb.
In that split second, a small knife whizzed through the air from the audience seats, knocking the dagger away.
I pulled back my hand.
Fortunately, after witnessing Julian’s trick once before, I had come prepared.
The entire arena erupted in an uproar.
My expression turned cold as I looked at Valerie.
“Valerie Blackwood, the Beastman Grand Tournament isn’t your personal arena.
“Your beast-man brought a knife into the ring and nearly injured mine. You owe me an
explanation.”
Valerie’s face wasn’t pleasant either.
She was silent for a long time before she finally gritted her teeth and spoke:
“Of course. Guards, break his legs.”
Julian struggled desperately, calling out Valerie’s name with heart-wrenching screams, but he was quickly restrained and dragged away.
“Anya Sterling, are you satisfied now?”
Valerie cast a chilling glance at me, then turned and strode away.
