Chapter 301. Continental Grand Martial Tournament (3)
The clash between the empire's young hero and the southern kingdoms' representative knight had drawn the eyes of the continent.
Seated in the best spot, guarded by the Imperial Guards, Revelio narrowed his eyes and called out, "Sir Mason."
"Yes, Your Majesty?" Sir Mason answered.
"That Caron... Just how strong has he become?" Revelio asked.
A cloud of pale dust hung in the air above the arena.
To be honest, it was hard to even tell what had happened. As soon as the match began, there had been the sound of weapons clashing—and then an explosion. If the mages from the Magic Tower hadn't activated the defensive magic circle in time, there could have been casualties.
It was difficult to believe that sheer destructive force had come from a mere knight, not a mage. It was a power far beyond what anyone could call swordsmanship.
"Hmm," Mason murmured thoughtfully at Revelio's question, rubbing his chin before giving a casual shrug. "One thing's certain—Sir Caron is second."
"Second?" Revelio asked.
"Yes, second in the empire. I don't even think I can defeat him anymore," Sir Mason admitted. He let out a quiet sound of admiration.
But to be honest, it wasn't all that surprising. Caron had reached 8-Star at the age of seventeen. Now, after just three years, he stood at the threshold of the highest tier of that rank. It wasn't a strange development—it was expected, even.
Caron Leston was a monster that defied all reason. Born to wield the sword, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he was a creature made for battle. From the start, he was never bound by common sense.