With my desperation to avoid the next punch hitting my body. I used my sword skill to intercept his fist. The move I made was also unexpected to the honored hero himself. The brave hero still keep moving forward and hit my sword. A spark came flying together with a loud sound of two metal clashing each other was heard in the entire stadium. A heavy gust of wind blew to the audience and thick dust of smoke. “Cough… Cough… I got some dust on my mouth.” The moment the smoke got thinner and thinner. I find myself the only one standing in the stadium. Where did the hero go? Confused I turned my head around. The same thing happened to the audience and the teachers spectating. After a brief moment of searching for the hero. We find the hero hanging to the carved roof above the stadium. “My

