Chapter 223: Lanqi's Killing Force

irred, seeming to grasp the truth but unable to accept its terrifying implications for a moment.He had long known that this radiant demon was no ordinary one, but he never expected its true identity a...Chapter 224: Ranchi's Killing Squad

"Is it necessary"

Kuse lowered his gaze slightly, looking at the file Lanchi handed him.

According to the official competition rules, there are indeed some disclaimers and risk statements. However, when the Student Council President Monaster negotiated with them, it was the Dean of Sfentos who conducted a fair oral agreement in person.

But right now this document simply lists the rules in detail. Once signed, it will have the full force of law.

The terms are simple and straightforward, with no hidden pitfalls. They are simply clear-cut, defining both high and low, and ultimately life or death.

However, with the high-grade ancient barrier magic of the Knight's Academy arena protecting it, life should be safe enough.

"In formal competitions, participants should set an example."

Lan Qi's tone was serious and impartial.

"That's great, exactly what I wanted."

Kuse's mouth twitched slightly, a cruel smile playing on his lips as he took the file.

Although the faces of those in front of them now looked a bit strange, the gap in strength was too obvious. It wasn't something that could be overcome by mere bluster and psychological warfare.

With this death notice, he'll be able to act without any hesitation later on, and let these clueless fools understand what it means to be cruel.

After reviewing the contents and ensuring everything was correct, Kuise and the other fighters signed this agreement.

Kuse then swept his gaze over the five people behind Lance, as if he couldn't wait to torment them.

"Then please have both sides pull back, and once the coach leaves, you can set up the barrier and officially begin the match."

The referee put away the < Knight's Academy Arena Team Fighting Competition Waiver-Risk Acknowledgment> form, which was now filled with the names of ten fighters, and then announced.

"Hehehe."

Kuse smirked, glanced back at Lance, and rubbed his thumb across his throat, a gesture seemingly telling Lance, "Next is you."

Lan Qi ignored him, holding the coach's folder with one hand and walked down from the fighting platform.

He never wastes his words.

Raindrops fell from the dark clouds, blown by the cold wind onto the barrier of the arena.

As the players took their positions, the crowd's chatter grew louder with anticipation for the upcoming competition. Some held hot drinks in their hands, trying to ward off the chill, while others clung tightly to loved ones beside them, sharing warmth.

"Now the odds for fighters from Arloran Royal Academy against those from Ikareth Academy are almost 1 to 5."

The previous match that was stopped halfway through, it is said, was because the two sides had too much of a disparity in strength. After all, there was Kuse, who was at the sixth level, and on Icelere's side, the strongest was only at the fifth level.

Let's see what Coach Lancy can bring to the table.

Although the aura of Ikarus Academy upon their arrival seemed somewhat eerie just now.

But thinking about it carefully, this could also be a style. As the weaker side in terms of paper strength, letting the competition be more suspenseful and more exciting.

As the hands on the clock tower pointed towards the heavens, the deep, rhythmic clang of the ancient bell at Ictereus Academy echoed through the winter afternoon. The excited cheers of the spectators in the arena blended with the solemn tolls.

The final bell rang throughout the stadium, signaling the start of the competition. Victory and defeat, glory and disappointment, would all be decided in the moments to come.

In the center of the battle arena, ten players stood face to face, the atmosphere heavy with tension. Any slight movement from either side would ignite a storm of chaos.

In this windswept, dimly lit arena, the standoff on both sides became the sole focus, everyone waiting for that decisive moment of battle.

"The competition has begun!!"

After the third blast, the referee waved his hand and shouted, and the cheers reached a climax.

Both sides adopted a strategy of direct assault!

Ten figures cautiously approached the front.

Instead of playing a cautious defensive game and trying to pull ahead strategically, as was initially expected, the Icerite Academy team acted more like a ravenous beast unleashed.

At the same time, they began to use the only magical items allowed in this competition, which were the magic cards bound to their bodies.

"Wait, isn't this competition just a fight between pure fighters"

Gasps of astonishment rippled through the audience.

Generally, fighters who are not proficient in magic will carry enhancement and immunity type spell cards within their limited slots to maximize the expression of their innate strength attributes, combat skills, and agility.

However, these fellows from the Ecthelion Academy were already clad in pitch-black heavy armor with equipment cards. They even wielded blood-soaked giant axes, sickles, and serrated broadswords. Their terrifying aura and sinister grins made them look like a pack of bloodthirsty butchers.

At that moment, the fighters from the Royal Academy of Arlan who had originally planned to engage in a direct confrontation were taken aback and halted their advance.

Just looking at the eyes of those few guys in the distance was enough to send shivers down the spines of the other unarmed fighters.

Heavy warriors are tough and strong, but they are also bulky. Light warriors are agile and have high burst damage, but they are more fragile.

This terrain, appearing to be an open expanse, becomes a beast cage when enclosed by a barrier. If heavily armored warriors were shameless enough to cast spells like earth spikes, they could even restrict the agility of the fighters.

While the rules don't technically forbid carrying weapons like equipment cards, since we're all fighters, it only makes sense to use things like boxing gloves or armguards.

But these are not the main points.

It is important to note that the few individuals in Icteris, their eyes almost bulged from their sockets, bloodshot and filled with exhaustion as if they hadn't slept for several nights. Their pupils were abnormally dilated, appearing bloodshot and inflamed.

The facial muscles seemed to twitch from prolonged tension, lips quivering and breathing rapid, each inhale accompanied by a strange tremor.

Clad in heavy armor, their heads bobbed relentlessly as they approached, seemingly struggling to contain the agony and madness within.

The way the other person was dressed and their demeanor finally made everyone in the Alolan Kingdom feel a primal sense of danger.

Others didn't act convincingly.

They don't act like that!

"Hehehehehe, time to start slaughtering pigs..."

The laughter of the members of Fighting Spirit was like the lowest register on a piano, even with a metallic tinge.

The only thing that could alleviate their thirst was the fresh blood and marrow of those pigs before them.

From her high vantage point in the stands, Lorene stared with wide eyes, struggling to rise from her seat.

Are these five people really students from the Ictere Academy

To call them resurrectionists, Loren would have to question things twice.

Resurrectionists aren't usually like this!

and on the battleground.

"Kill!!!!!"

"Fight!!!"

The fighters leaned forward, their bodies drawn by the weapons in their hands. Their charges were incredibly fast and ferocious!

(The End)

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