Compared to Tullas, whose age was indeterminable, Sabel truly resembled an elder who had washed away all frivolity.
When Angel looked at Sabel, the latter was also gazing back at him.
Angel nodded slightly at Sabel, his lips barely moving.
A voice suddenly appeared in his ear. Sabel was startled and looked around, only to find that no one else had noticed the sound.
Sabel could only return his gaze to Angel, who nodded slightly again, and then took his seat.
By now, Sabel naturally understood that the voice transmission he unexpectedly received must have been the work of this young man.
“Fight freely, try to take down Tullas’s edge.” This was the message Sabel received.
Able to transmit a message out of thin air, Sabel speculated inwardly, could this brother of Lyon, Angel, be one of the Transcendents?
Sabel had seen Transcendents before, even fought one, so he wasn’t completely unaware of them.
He had also guessed before that behind Originheart City there must be the work of a Transcendent. Only a Transcendent could create such a unique world, such a marvelous city, and people who are almost immortal.
However, City Lord Tyson had never shown so-called Extraordinary Power. It was Tyson’s weapon given to Tullas that seemed to have Transcendent qualities. But, Tullas would not use that weapon with Transcendent qualities in a duel.
Now, it was the first time Sabel had seen a human using Extraordinary Power here.
When the Monroe City Lord faced Tyson, he never was so cautious… Could it be, Angel’s identity is related to the “Master of the New World” as rumored?
“Master of the New World” was something Shanni inadvertently revealed at the establishment of Originheart City. Though Shanni stopped saying this later, the old men from that time did not forget.
Moreover, Shanni and Adar were Tyson’s family. What Shanni said should not be false.
While Sabel’s thoughts were in turmoil, an elegant female voice said, “Captain Sabel, it’s almost time. Tullas has already made his entrance.”
The speaker was the Monroe City Lord.
Sabel came back to his senses, only then noticing that Tullas was already on the stage, interacting with the audience again.
Sabel nodded at Monroe, then glanced at where Angel was and said softly, “I’ll take it seriously.”
With that, Sabel turned and stepped onto the stage.
Different from all previous battles, with every step that Sabel took, it was like he was a sheathed sword releasing its seals, his aura becoming increasingly sharp.
Tullas, who had been frolicking with the audience, felt the presence behind him, and turned his head. Seeing Sabel’s condition, his expression sobered.
Without a word, Sabel ascended the stage and gestured lightly with his hand, and the Knight’s Rapier attached to his waist was drawn.
Tullas also reined in his flamboyance, his expression more serious than ever.
The battle was about to erupt.