Cid - Fools Aura-Reader + FTE

“His face looks weak, his body looks weak—even his aura looks weak! Mundane’s power level is thirty-three! Ha! That’s the lowest I’ve ever seen for a dark knight!”

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His movements are far more refined than those showcased in the other third-round matches. It appears Goldy’s estimation of him as a tough, experienced fighter was on the mark.

Mundane doesn’t even react to Gonzales’s slash.

Everyone is certain Mundane’s defeat is imminent, but then…Gonzales collapses.

Right before he reaches Mundane, he trips and tumbles down.

His head hits the ground, and he’s out like a light.

The crowd goes silent. Surely, he’s going to get up, they all think.

But Gonzales doesn’t move a hair.

When Mundane sheathes his sword and turns around, the verdict is finally called.

“Th-the winner is Mundane Mann!”

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“So you couldn’t tell what Mundane did?”

“I—I couldn’t.” Annerose sounds a little sullen. “I didn’t think there was a chance I’d miss it, so I let my guard down. But…it looked like his right hand moved.”

“His right hand, huh?”

“I don’t know what he did with it. All I know is that whatever it was, he did it incredibly quickly.”

“Huh. I guess that makes my guess wrong.” Quinton exhales through his nose, annoyed.

“Your guess?

“I figured he’d used some kinda banned artifact or something.”

“Interesting… We can’t fully rule that out.”

“Either way, we’ll know after the match today.”

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Volume 2, Chapter 5