Chapter 271
"So, let's see who's first on the list," Eric muttered aloud, glancing briefly at the parchment in his hand.
With a flick of his wrist, he tossed it aside, guiding the paper with a gentle swirl of wind magic until it drifted safely to a corner of the hall.
"Dave Walter!" he called out crisply.
Dave stepped forward, his expression calm but focused as he took his place on one side of the wide, circular dueling platform.
Eric stood opposite him, hands still tucked casually in his pockets, eyes narrowed with mild interest.
"Remember," Eric said coolly, his gaze locking on Dave, "you have two minutes to land a single hit on my face that draws blood. Only then do you pass."
His eyes briefly flicked toward the grand clock on the far wall before snapping back to Dave. "Go!"
At the very second the clock ticked, Dave exploded forward, a sleek metal spear launching ahead at blistering speed.
