THUD!
Ivy's body fell loudly onto the sand as Jenna retrieved her dagger from her throat.
"…"
A pool of blood quickly formed beneath Ivy's head. She wasn't moving… she was dead.
"…"
And Jenna showed no reaction to that.
I mean, yes—she was nervous—but she had always been confident in winning the moment she saw Ivy earlier.
'She looks stupid, and she can't focus on the fight.'
She thought.
Then, in that moment—
"ANOTHER FAST MATCH…! WE ALREADY HAVE A WINNER!"
The announcer's voice thundered throughout the area.
Short fights like these were normal, especially when two newbies were going against each other.
The crowd reacted right after—
"...Already?"
"That was fast."
"Hah. That girl was useless."
"What a waste of time."
"Didn't even last two minutes."
A few scoffed in disappointment, others were just annoyed.
But there were also some that watched closely—
"Her hands didn't even shake. That's rare."
"At least someone knows how to finish a fight."
