SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS

Chapter 462 Amused Kent!

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The Arena Head sat at a large desk and opened a thick metal booklet. His fingers drummed lightly on the table as he looked up at Kent.

"Name?" the Arena Head asked in a deep, gravelly voice, while scribing on the metal book.

"Kent."

"Family?"

Silence hung for a brief moment before Kent answered, "Frost..."

The Arena Head's eyebrow arched slightly, but he continued. "Cultivation?"

"Supreme Magus."

"Main weapon?"

"Bow."

The quill scratched across the page as the Arena Head filled in the details for Match Number 1333: Honour Justice Fight. Once he was finished, he pointed to a section of the register with his ink-stained finger.

"Place your seal here. Once you do, understand that no one will be held responsible for your life if you die during the fight in the Arena." His voice was gruff but professional, a clear warning.

Kent looked at the register, his expression unreadable beneath the mask. For a long moment, he stared at the space where his seal was required, his eyes distant. The Arena Head, growing impatient, tapped the page again.

"What's the delay?" he asked, his tone slightly sharper now.

The man leaned in, as if sharing a well-kept secret. "Little brother, you must not know much about this fight. It's a three versus one fight. The outcome is already decided. That fool who challenged the Doom family doesn't stand a chance. And besides, the one fighting for the Doom family is none other than King Doom's seventh son, Goom Doom, fresh from his Royal Abyssal training.

I pity the idiot who thought this Honour Justice Fight was a good idea."

Kent's amusement grew as the man rambled on. "You haven't seen the guy who proposed the fight, have you?" Kent asked, still smiling beneath his mask.

The man's face twisted into a dismissive sneer. "Nah, I couldn't get into the Royal Court. I heard he's some masked guy hiding his ugly face under a golden mask. Poor bastard." He trailed off, his eyes drifting over Kent's masked face. Suddenly, realization dawned, and his face paled.

His finger slowly rose, trembling as he pointed at Kent. "Y-you...you're him?!" he stammered, his voice faltering.

But Kent was already walking away, a deep, amused laugh escaping him. The man stood there, frozen in shock, as Kent disappeared into the crowd, his laughter echoing behind him.

Rather than irritated Kent felt amused by the gossip running around.

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As Kent passes through the corridors leading toward the underground chambers, the physical state of the capital is changing rapidly. News of the Honour Justice Fight had spread like wildfire, and now the entire city was alive with anticipation.

People were arriving from all 33 nations of the realm, some spending vast sums of money just to secure a seat in the Royal Arena. It was more than a fight—it was a spectacle, a once-in-a-lifetime event.

Families, merchants, and nobles were flooding the capital's streets, rushing to secure their place inside the Arena. Hawkers and vendors shouted above the din, selling everything from food to illegal betting slips. The city business was electric, charged with excitement and tension.

The crowd was growing by the second. Some were betting on the Frost family, but the majority were putting their money on the Doom family, confident that the match was already decided.

The world was waiting.

And they had no idea what was about to unfold.

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