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HolySword narrowed his eyes and scanned Isaac from head to toe. Even though he has heard about Marksman and how lousy of a class it is, he still didn ’t dare to belittle him, especially knowing that one good shot from his opponent would cause his demise.

Isaac took a deep breath and waited for the match to begin. He felt extremely small in the presence of HolySword, whose shadow alone overlapped his figure, which both made him intimidated, but also felt threatened.

’ ’Gladiators! ’ ’ Tiffany ’s voice came from the speakers as she loudly declared the match to begin, ’ ’Fight! ’ ’

Everyone who was watching leaned closer to the windows in hopes of seeing everything better, but then Tristan appeared and coughed loud enough to attract everyone ’s attention, ’ ’Ahem, please stand back, we don ’t want any accidents to happen, right? ’ ’ He said innocently, but his back was drenched in sweat.

Tiffany was standing in front of one of the windows with a communication device in her hand, which was a small cube-like object which had a wire entering one of the machines in front of her.

The machine had the sound of wheels turning with mechanical sound and different kinds of colors beeping from the holes of the device.

She frowned and looked towards her brother, wondering why he didn ’t want anyone near windows.

NPCs and Players listened and took several steps backward, but just enough so that they could still see the match.

Back in the arena.

First signs of movement were seen.

It was coming from HolySword, who slowly but steadily started approaching Isaac.

Isaac took a step backward, trying to find a weak spot on HolySword ’s defense, but the massive shield and longsword were covering everything.

He wanted to keep his skills hidden, but he didn ’t have any other choice to break his defense.

Isaac came to a conclusion.

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HolySword slowly moved closer and finally saw Isaac making some movements, and it surprised him. The barrel of Musket Rifle started having a layer of ice, which made certain that Isaac was about to use a skill.

HolySword lowered his stance until he was almost crouching with his shield touching the ground.

[Icy Shot!]

*Bam*