Chapter 910 Drawing Lots
“You are but a Senior Grandmaster, and you dared to sign up for the competition? I’m not sure if you’re bold or just…” Anne shook her head at Jared before turning to a well-built man behind her. “Andrew, if you happen to be matched up with Jared, remember to go easy on him because I don’t want to see him get hurt. After all, I’m sure Mr. Lawson would like to maintain a friendly relationship with Chanaea.”
“Don’t worry, Princess Anne. If he’s unfortunate enough to have me as his opponent, I promise I won’t even lay a finger on him,” sneered Andrew.
“Watch your mouth!” Anne warned the man sternly.
Even though Andrew decided to keep his mouth shut after that, there was still contempt in his eyes because he was convinced that Jared, a man much shorter than him, was anything but a worthy challenger.
Jared did not mind the two’s conversation, though, for he was confident in himself and believed that action spoke louder than words.
Suddenly, Jared found himself shrouded in someone’s spiritual sense, so he trailed the energy and noticed a man in a “wafuku” not far away.
The man had a long sword in his hand and was staring intently at Jared.
“Mr. Chance, that’s the Sword Saint of Jetroina, Ichiro Watanabe,” introduced Theodore to Jared.
After sizing Jared up, Ichiro withdrew his spiritual sense and looked away indifferently. He instantly lost interest in Jared because he sensed that the man’s power was only that of a Senior Grandmaster.
“Andrew, do you think you can win if your opponent is Ichiro?” inquired Anne curiously.
“Princess Anne, Ichiro has nothing but his agility and sword skills. There’s no way he could best me since I’m impenetrable,” answered Andrew proudly.
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