Chapter 62: PERFECT 10
Logan smiled politely and replied, "That combo attack was awesome, Prince. I would say... ummm... how about 8 out of 10?"
"8 out of 10, huh? So you’re saying I didn’t get a full 10?" Rowan asked, amusement flashing in his golden eyes.
"Well, it would be a perfect 10 if you could stop and dominate me," Logan replied with a smirk. "But I still dodged most of the attacks, didn’t I?"
Rowan chuckled softly. "Well then, let me try to get full marks this time. Ready for the next round?"
"Sure. Ready when you are."
The atmosphere shifted again as the two prodigies resumed their duel.
The audience’s eyes darted so quickly in their sockets it seemed like they might pop out at any moment. Their widened gazes were locked onto the arena in a desperate attempt to follow the lightning-fast movements. No one could sit relaxed anymore—everyone had leaned forward, holding their breath, unwilling to miss even a moment.
In the noble balcony, Zephyr and Morgan—both eliminated contenders—watched with intense focus, their previous losses momentarily forgotten.
"What a match," Zephyr murmured. "Another battle royal with them would have been a great opportunity."
Even Morgan, usually quiet, spoke up. "True. Both of their fighting styles are so unique."
Zephyr nodded. "Yeah. Prince Rowan has already reached Tier Three. And here I thought I was the fastest one to reach Tier Two under the age of twenty."