Many people from the Twelfth District had come to spectate the fight. Even James’s children, Jacopo, Xainte, and Winnie, had come to watch him fight. James’ good friend, Henrik, was also present.

Everyone’s eyes were fixed on the battlefield.

Xainte asked worriedly, “Dad will definitely win, right?”

Winnie held her hand tightly and said, “Don’t worry. I’m sure everything will be fine. You need to trust Dad.”

On the battlefield, neither James nor Briscoe moved a muscle. The two simply glared