A wave of laughter rippled through the crowd at the sight.
"Is that what he's using?"
"He's going to lose before the fight even starts."
"Maybe he doesn't even know how to use a real sword."
Stanley scoffed, rolling his wrist as he raised his wooden blade. His lips curled into a mocking grin.
"What do you plan on doing with that?" he said, his voice dripping with derision. "Sting me?"
Stanley chuckled at his own joke, puffing his chest out proudly.
A few of the students surrounding them followed along with snickers of their own, their laughter echoing in the classroom.
Damien didn't seem fazed in the slightest.
Instead, he smiled calmly, resting the short wooden rod lightly on his shoulder.
"This…" he said, his tone low and confident, "is more than enough to handle a brat like you."
The laughter around them stopped.
Stanley's smirk faltered, his face hardening almost instantly. His brows twitched in irritation, and a cold gleam flickered across his eyes.
