In the following preliminary round, Asa and Joy easily secured victories.


    The challengers in this scramble weren’t weak. No one foolish enough to challenge the arena would do so seeking humiliation.


    The reason they won so easily was simply because of their strength and experience, which far outstripped that of the others.


    “Fighting like this, I realize how ridiculous our past experiences were. They don’t even know the battlefield,” Asa muttered.


    When he was a third prince traveling through small kingdoms, Asa had encountered many who believed in their own strength.


    At the time, he had admired those strong figures, wondering if he could ever be as strong as them.@@novelbin@@


    But now, facing those same former strong ones, Asa no longer felt any admiration.


    Having met many of the continent’s most renowned powerhouses, battled enemies worthy of myth, and narrowly escaped death more than once, he could no longer view these people as strong.


    What good is a glimmering weapon?


    What’s the meaning of using a martial art with a deep history?


    No matter their lineage or traditions, what does it matter?


    If you’re weak, then those things lose all meaning.


    “Well, there were a few standout people, weren’t there?” Joymented.


    “That’s true. I’ll have to tell little brother about them,” Asa replied.


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