59 Unorthodox Fighting

Since Angela no longer wanted to fight him, Arvell didn't have any other option than to nod his head and listen to his new 'sister'.

As the two left the arena they were met with looks of admiration from the nearby knights.

"To think that he could take one of Lady Angela's swings and just walk it off…"

"What is that kid's body made of? Reinforced steel?"

Angela walked up to one of the knights.

A somewhat bulky-looking man, who looked big even among the knights.

"Owen, could you take a look at Arvell? While he says he's fine, he still has some internal bleeding."

Owen took a look at Arvell and smiled.

"Of course! It'll be a shame to let such a handsome boy walk around all beat up wouldn't it?"

Arvell opened his mouth to thank him, but he paused when felt a sense of danger from the man before him.

However…

It wasn't the same as when he came across a strong opponent he couldn't beat.