After the first three matches, the nervous atmosphere surrounding the first-years seemed to wane slightly. There were no grievous injuries or the like, and besides Stephanie and Jennifer's battle, the next few rounds were quite even.
The impact of Quinn's new combat techniques was quite shocking. Many of the nobles were outright stunned that mere thirteen year olds were brawling, using superior physical strength that should only be reserved for magical beasts.
It was to the point where the fights which only showcased magic seemed dull in comparison.
If Michael felt like this, then how would the noble attendees feel?
His eyes moved to Quinn who was wearing a satisfied smile by the side of the arena and couldn't help but feel his respect rise for the woman—and coincidentally the headmaster.