The entrance to the Duel Arena was a long corridor. Torches stuck on the walls of the corridor, and in the bright firelight, the beast heads on the walls seemed to have souls sealed within them, carrying an indescribable sense of liveliness.
Richard walked through the corridor, wild cheers and screams piercing his ears.
This felt all too familiar to Richard.
Ever since he had moved to the Garon Wizard Academy, he had never again entered the Duel Arena.
Soon, the bright entrance appeared before Richard. After stepping out of the corridor, his clothes fluttered due to the roar of the crowd that washed over him like a tidal wave.
In the arena, a Second Ring Wizard was struggling with a ferocious tiger that looked like a cloud of mist.
The Second Ring Wizard wore specially designed magic equipment that could restrain a wizard's casting ability and magic power.
