C526 The Prize

On the second floor of the War Martial Palace, in the middle of a vast golden desert.

"Miss, I told you. You are not my match."

A man with a slightly darker face, who didn't seem to be very elegant and delicate, seemed to have experienced the vicissitudes of life. He was holding a long sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword was pointing at the forehead of the girl in front of him