"I… surrender."
Only two words were muttered, and the next moment, a mana barrier covered her whole body and took her flying out of the arena, probably to get healed.
"And our winner is the silver knight, Fafnir!"
A lot of people cheered for him. Those who didn't likely were betting on his loss, but the majority weren't stupid enough to start betting on the second stage.
Fafnir stood alone, surrounded by lava and looking at the centipede he hated the most.
"Don't look at me like that. It was your choice, wasn't it? You should be proud of yourself." Greed scratched his head: "You don't look like an extremist slave now. Mercy is something good, you know."
'Says a literal sin.'
"Hey! I'm not a bad person. They called me a sinner because of my bloodline the same as when your master was once accused of being a robber because he was black. Just pure racism!"
