"He knows exactly where to strike to make someone lose consciousness without causing serious harm," Luan continued. "It only takes a second."
It really only took a second, but Roxanna hadn't expected him to be able to fight so efficiently like that.
As the sun climbed higher in the sky, fewer and fewer people remained in the tournament. There were probably only about eleven left. Surprisingly—though, deep down, Roxanna had already guessed it—her husbands still hadn't been eliminated.
None of the beastwomen had managed to last until now. Still, they had tried, and that alone was more than enough. Someday, if they were allowed to train alongside the warriors, they might be able to fight much better.
"This is so boring," Luan said with a yawn. "Why are they all so slow?"
Roxanna let out a sigh. "You're not even participating."
Luan only yawned again in reply. He looked genuinely bored, lying flat on Roxanna's lap like a piece of cloth.
