Wielder Of The Dragon Flame

Chapter 47

The word "BEGIN!" still echoed across the training yard, bouncing off the wooden barriers and fading into the evening air. But nothing happened.

Jabber stood in his fighting stance,his feet shoulder-width apart, his knees bent and his hands raised in a guard position that looked textbook correct but somehow fragile, like the whole posture might collapse at any moment.

His weight was balanced on the balls of his feet, ready to move, but he wasn't moving. Just standing there, frozen, his dark eyes locked on his opponent.

Brick hadn't bothered with any stance at all. He just stood there, completely relaxed, arms hanging loose at his sides, head tilted slightly to one side like he was examining something mildly interesting but not particularly threatening.

His massive frame cast a long shadow across the ring as the torches flickered behind him, making him look even larger, even more imposing.

The two of them simply stared at each other.

Five seconds passed. Then ten. Then fifteen.

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