"Woah… he's really strong."
From behind a pillar, Daliah continued watching the sparring with her adorable blue eyes like starlight frozen in time.
She couldn't even blink—afraid she might miss something.
And up on the veranda, the servants—and even the guards near the main gates—who had initially started watching with doubt, were now fully entranced.
They had forgotten about everything else, eyes fixed solely on the sparring match.
The fight no longer looked like a simple duel.
It felt so unreal, like a story pulled straight out of a mythological epic. A kid fighting the the third prince, who had reached tier three before even twenty.
"That kid…
He is actually going toe-to-toe with the prince." Everyone had the same exact thought.
"So this wasn't the third prince being cruel and bullying a kid.
This was real. They wanted to compete with each other"
Logan slowly stood back up from the ground, brushing the dirt off his chest and clothes.
