235 Blood

The entire was silent, the people were too overwhelmed to speak.

Until someone broke the silence, speaking out what everyone else is thinking. 

"Am I seeing this right?"

Benedict lay on the ground, unconscious, the floor behind both him and his opponent had caved in immensely, but the opponent didn't even seem affected.

That comment woke up the people, and a commotion grew.

 "Who is that person?"

"He won against Benedict so easily! He has to be from the top clans or somewhere close"

The spectacle maker was having different thoughts.

Ezra looked at Benedict on the floor, nodding in appreciation.

'He's good' 

It was understandable why Benedict was fourth place. 

Ezra body was cleansed of impurities by adept rank, boosting his musculature by an inestimable amount, and that amount only increased as he flourished to higher ranks. 

His obsessive and consistent training refined it even further, boosting his reflex speed and combat instincts.