Chapter 73

When Arran looked, he saw that one of the black-robed Shadowblood novices had jumped into the arena, sword already drawn.

It was a brown-haired young man, tall and with an athletic build. He had an eager look on his face, bordering on manic, his eyes shining with lust for battle.

"You're trying to build a name fighting only weaklings? Pathetic! Try fighting me, instead! Or are you afraid?"

It was clear that the Shadowblood novice was trying to goad Arran into attacking him, but Arran wouldn't fall for it just yet — if he was going to have a real fight, he wanted something to show for his troubles.

"What's in it for me?" Arran responded, keeping his voice calm despite the situation. "If I defeat you, what do I get?"

"You think you have a chance of defeating me?" The Shadowflame novice sneered at the suggestion. "Fine. If you win, you can have my sword."

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