The watching crowd which had been cheering steadily till now stood up and roared at the top of their lungs, seeing that the 'selfish' king was about to die.
Usually, when two people were evenly matched, fights went in this way where the Ravens fought amongst themselves while the contenders duked it out in a one-on-one duel.
Although watching a proper Black Raven Fighter display his coordination with the Raven was always more exciting to see, the crowd had no plaints as this had been a blood boiling fight from start to finish.
They had no idea what occurred at that moment when the reversal had happened, but they were happy that the one they supported was actually winning.
In their eyes, the new contender was someone who would ensue in a period where they wouldn't have to swallow their pride in front of other kingdoms.
Of course, the reign of the previous king hadn't had many highlights with regards to appeasing the people except for a few like the fight with Elanev which had let them show their strength to the world.
The images of the soldier's deaths had roused a bloodthirst in them which would definitely not subside until they saw the one responsible, dead.
Faxul, who was pointing his sword at Tenebrol's neck, resonated with the feelings of the people. Although they weren't yet screaming for his death, they would soon do so if he even showed the slightest hint of letting his opponent go.
Of course, he had never had any intention of letting the man who was responsible for his parent's death go scotch free in the first place.
Till now, he had pletely been immersed in the fight and the feeling that came with being remolded by whatever it was that he had tapped into inside his body. He had put aside all feelings to allowed himself to enter a state where he could take advantage of his strength to gain victory.
It was only at this moment that all the pain and the emotion came back to him. His entire body hurt as if it had been crushed underneath a large rock, and he marveled at the fact that he was even still standing straight right now.
As for his strength, he had clearly exceeded the level of an Eminent Human Fighter.
The main indication of this came from the clear difference in grip strength as he held the sword.
Even though the sword's grip was made of sturdy cloth entwined around metal, he knew he could crush it if he wished.
This strength was worlds apart from that of an Eminent Human Fighter.
He had actually bee… an Exalted Human Fighter?!
Jumping to the Exalted Human realm in one go in a matter of minutes?
This was something that was definitely unprecedented in the entire continent. Yet, he had somehow acplished it.
Resolving to find out how later on with Daneel's help, he tried to ignore the pain again and looked down at Tenebrol's face.
All he saw was peace. The peace of one who was ready for death.
"How did you do it?
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