Nine battled against the Nethilorian royal knights, defeating them altogether in the mock battle.
He was drenched in sweat while his upper body was bare revealing his toned muscles. The maids and other passerbys blushed while some stared in awe at the display of raw strength.
Even when he wasn't used to the sword his agility as an assassin and an archer gave him advantage.
"Number thirty six, is out! One loss zero wins. Nine two losses, thirty four wins." The acting judge announced.
The murmurs of crowd rose. Some expressed disappointment, whereas some out of admiration and many feared.
"He's a humanoid monster!" One knight gasped.
Others agreed.
"How barbaric! He fights like those Atlantan barbarians." One pointed out.
"I heard from my cousin that he was an escapee from the auction house. He could be a collaborator if the underworld." They whispered.
Nine felt like his past had been discovered. The dark past he'd lived which haunted him to present day.
