Arthfael: The Grinding Hero

Chapter 108. The Winner Of The Duel

With the arena still pulsating with the intensity of the recent battle, Arthfael halted his strike, his sword hovering just inches from Frederick's neck. He took a step back, his chest heaving, the sweat and blood from his wounds glistening in the arena's light.

As the stunned silence gradually gave way to a hushed murmur of voices, Arthfael walked over to the fallen Frederick. His hand, stained with the aftermath of their duel, extended toward Frederick in a gesture of unexpected compassion. Frederick hesitated at first, pride warring with practicality, but the expectant gazes of those around him weighed heavily. With a reluctant nod, he accepted Arthfael's hand.

Arthfael helped Frederick to his feet, the two adversaries now standing side by side in a remarkable display of sportsmanship. Arthfael, tapping Frederick gently on the shoulder, spoke in a voice that carried to the entire arena.

"Of course, I won't take your life, Frederick," he declared. "The Kingdom of Esteria still needs