Escorted by a procession, the lady in white strode toward the edge of the lake.

Everyone had turned toward her when they heard her laughter and froze up right then.

"L-Lady Silverbell..."

Stanwick turned rigid when he saw her too, and he dropped on the floating platform with a thud.

He stared blankly at the lady, panic written all over his face.

"Lady Silverbell!"

Upon seeing Stanwick's dramatic reaction, the martial artists and audience members-be it from Zamri from Riverton-were all bowing their heads in salutation. "At ease."

the chief of the Martial Alliance. Over a thousand people were greeting and bowing at her, a seemingly frail woman. None of them would dare question

"I, uh..."

stammering for the longest time but somehow could

repeatedly.

actually stunned that the same Stanwick, who was so imposing a moment ago, was now as humble as he was pathetic. However, Silverbell was not going to let him off easy, as she had a vague feeling

demanded. "It was such a terrific stroke too, using the Martial Tournament as an instrument to

awkwardly. "It's not like I won't tell you,

audible swish and aiming it

was left trembling, but he looked around at the audience around him

not say it in front of so many, Silverbell snorted as she airwalked over the surface of

martial artists and audience members mesmerized-her strength was certainly above the rest, which was why she deserved to be the

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