CHAPTER 92

The knight of noble Branwen was the first one that stepped onto the stage.

“Hahaha,” Branwen was laughing outside, but on the inside, he was crying. (Dammit. What cursed luck I have. My noble is at level 63. He’s probably going to lose against that young man they call the Knight Beater.) Though he couldn’t see Ulmer’s face, he still recognized him from how the people were referring to him.

Branwen was the second noble that had come to Ulmer’s home and met him. He was at level 69 but had high aspirations of becoming a top noble.

Nobody from the royal family came to watch as this was just the third round.

“I’m Denge,” the blue-haired knight introduced himself. “I pledge my loyalty for Lord Branwen. He still wishes that you work for him.”

“I don’t work for anyone,” Ulmer replied. “Tell that to your lord.”

“You leave me no choice,” Denge unsheathed his sword and swung it in a circular manner, creating water out of thin air. “Diligent Waterfall Jolt!”

Like a growing arm, the water burst fo