Chapter 155: The Youngest Disciple (7)
Siern’s breathing wasn’t even altered.
Both the white blouse and the light blue skirt were immaculate, as if they had just been washed.
In contrast, looking at Trisha was so pitiful that it was hard to keep one’s eyes on her.
It was a relief that most of the spectators had already left the arena, because almost no one remained to witness that deplorable state.
Panting, Trisha stood up, lifting her gaze through her completely disheveled hair.
“Certainly… you really are good…”
She wasn’t just “good”; she didn’t even reach the tips of her toes.
At this point, even if she put on airs and raised her voice, there was no one left who would admire her.
Even so, Trisha increased her magic and finished preparing to begin the fifty-sixth duel.