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The last fighter turned out to be quite agile and skilled, especially compared to the previous opponents. With some effort, Sandar still managed to knock him down with another blow. When it was all over, the mage helped his opponent to his feet (if he agreed). Then, Sandar bowed several times to the audience, turning to each side where the stands were located. Adjusting his disheveled hair with his hand, the blond addressed those present.
"Greetings!" the mage began, waving his hand. "First of all, I want to congratulate everyone on this wonderful festival and thank you for the warm welcome, especially the city authorities for organizing it and giving me the opportunity to prove myself in this tournament. It's great when an ordinary person like me has such a chance. And of course, thank you to everyone who came, especially those who cheered for me. I felt your support! I would also like to thank a woman with an open soul and a kind heart, who believed in me even before the fights began. Not everyone would dare to help a person who has no money and is dressed like a vagrant. This victory is for you, Irma! Thank you all again!"
I'm waiting for gifts, if they give them right away, or I'll go wherever I need to.