"Haa, haa… W-what the hell is this heat…?"
Noah's movements had clearly grown sluggish, and a waterfall of sweat continued pouring down her forehead.
With every swing of her sword, the sharpness faded in a way that was obvious to anyone watching.
"Hot…"
Noah somehow managed to stay on her feet with unsteady steps.
She was using her sword like a cane, barely holding her ground.
Unforgiving voices flew from the audience seats.
"Get it together, you!"
"Don't you dare lose!!"
"Do you know how much I've bet on you!!"
At those almost-angry shouts, Noah somehow scraped together the last of her willpower and tried to straighten up.
But her body was reaching its limit.
In contrast, Rigel watched her with a thin smile.
(Almost time…)
He was refining his plan in his head.
In terms of class ranking Rigel should have been the superior one, but the commentator and audience had initially treated Noah as the stronger fighter.
