Inside another private viewing area, three familiar figures watched the arena screen in silence.

Rovak, Slifera, and Elisa had all come to watch the Newbie Tournament because after all they were all newbies too.

They had heard about Dahlia and wanted to see why she was famous, but after seeing Dahlia’s first match, all three of them became quiet.

On the screen, Dahlia was still standing in the arena with a proud grin while Karn Voskar was being carried away by the medical team.

Rovak crossed his thick arms and frowned deeply. "...That girl is crazy."

Slifera glanced at him. "Coming from you, that says a lot."

Rovak snorted. "I’m serious. That punch just now was ridiculous."

Elisa nodded calmly while staring at Dahlia’s figure on the screen. "She didn’t even use her full strength. Her energy fluctuation barely rose during the match."

Slifera’s glowing eyes narrowed slightly. "That’s what makes her dangerous."

He looked toward Rovak. "Be careful if you end up fighting her."

Rovak raised an eyebrow. "You worried about me?"

Slifera clicked his tongue. "Don’t misunderstand. I just don’t want to watch you get thrown into a wall because you underestimated a pretty face."

Elisa nodded once. "Slifera is right. She looks arrogant, but she has the power to back it up."

Rovak grinned, showing sharp teeth. "Good. That makes it more exciting."

Slifera sighed. "This is exactly what I mean."

Elisa looked at Rovak seriously. "Among the three of us, you’re the only one who made it into the main show."

Slifera leaned back and crossed his arms. "Yeah. Elisa and I are both Late Awakening Realm, so getting eliminated wasn’t too strange. But you’re Peak Awakening Realm. You actually have a real chance."

Rovak’s grin grew wider. "Don’t worry."

A faint dark-red aura slowly rose from his body. "I’m Drakhor Race."

His fists clenched as his battle intent began to burn. "And this time..."

Rovak stared at Dahlia’s image on the screen, his eyes filled with excitement rather than fear. "I’m going to win this tournament."

Elisa looked at Rovak’s confident expression and shook her head lightly. "Yeah, you could say that."

Rovak grinned. "See? Even Elisa agrees."

"But..." Elisa continued calmly, "I doubt you can win."

Rovak’s grin froze.

Slifera immediately laughed. "Hahaha! Straight to the heart."

Rovak turned toward Elisa with a frown. "Why?"

Elisa crossed her arms while looking at the arena screen. "Because I heard some information earlier."

Her silver eyes narrowed slightly.

"That Dahlia Draconia is apparently an A1 Threat Evaluation."

The room instantly fell silent.

Rovak’s eyes widened. "A1?"

Slifera’s smug expression vanished. "Wait... seriously?"

Elisa nodded. "That’s what I heard."

Rovak and Slifera looked at each other.

Then both of them suddenly froze.

"Wait a minute..." Slifera muttered.

Rovak slowly turned his head toward the screen again. "Didn’t we also meet an A1 monster recently?"

Elisa nodded quietly. "Garion."

The three of them fell silent again, as they never thought they would be able to meet with two monsters.

Then Elisa’s eyes suddenly sharpened as if she had realized something. "Wait."

Slifera looked at her. "What?"

Elisa pointed toward the replay screen showing Dahlia’s entrance information. "Do you remember what appeared on her introduction screen?"

Rovak frowned. "Representative of God Gym?"

"Yes, but not only that."

Elisa’s gaze became more serious. "There was another line."

Slifera slowly narrowed his glowing eyes.

Then the screen replayed Dahlia’s introduction.

[Dahlia Draconia]

[Representative: God Gym]

[Disciple of Garion]

The moment they saw it clearly, all three froze.

Rovak blinked.

Slifera’s mouth twitched.

Elisa quietly stared at the name. "...Garion."

Rovak suddenly stood up. "Wait, wait, wait!"

His dark-red aura flickered from shock. "Could it be that Garion?!"

Slifera leaned forward, his expression becoming strange. "A1 Garion... God Gym... A1 Dahlia... Disciple of Garion..."

He slowly covered his face with one hand. "Oh no."

Elisa sighed softly. "It seems they are related."

Rovak stared at the screen for a few seconds.

Then his grin suddenly returned. "Hahaha..."

Slifera looked at him. "Why are you laughing?"

Rovak’s grin widened like a battle maniac. "Because this tournament just became way more exciting."

Elisa looked at him calmly. "You’re thinking about fighting her now, aren’t you?"

Rovak cracked his neck loudly. "Of course."

Slifera sighed. "Why am I not surprised?"

Rovak pointed at the screen showing Dahlia’s replay. "I wanted to test Garion’s strength from the moment I met him."

His eyes burned with fighting intent. "But that guy is not in the tournament. I can’t just drag him into a fight here."

Slifera raised an eyebrow. "At least you still have that much common sense."

Rovak ignored him completely. "But now his disciple is here."

His grin became even wider. "If she really was trained by Garion, then fighting her is almost the same as testing part of his strength."

Elisa nodded thoughtfully. "That makes sense. A disciple’s foundation often reflects the teacher’s methods."

Slifera crossed his arms. "Especially when that disciple is an A1 monster who destroyed her first opponent without using her full power."

Rovak laughed loudly. "Good! That’s exactly why I want to fight her!"

His dark-red aura flickered around his body as excitement filled his eyes.

"If Garion trained someone like that, then I want to see just how terrifying his training really is."

Elisa looked at him seriously. "Be careful. Dahlia isn’t just physically strong. She has not revealed her true abilities yet."

Rovak clenched his fists. "Even better."

Slifera rubbed his forehead. "You’re hopeless."

Rovak stared at Dahlia’s image on the screen. His grin slowly became fierce. "Dahlia Draconia..."

He spoke her name like he was already imagining the fight. "Don’t lose before I get my turn."

Elisa quietly watched him for a moment before sighing softly.

Meanwhile, Slifera leaned back in his chair and muttered, "Honestly, if these two meet in the arena, the stage might not survive."

Rovak laughed again. "Hahaha! Then let it break!"

His battle intent rose even higher. "This is a tournament! If the arena can’t handle us, then that’s the arena’s problem!"