NOVPUBFrey, Lanci, and Hyperion walked along the path of the Knight College on campus.
The three of them chatted as they walked along.
"Frey, do you know the rules of the competition?"
The blue Jacarandas on both sides of the road were scattered in a pleasing pattern, adding a touch of mystery and tranquility to this campus area, proudly exhibiting flowers that had not wilted even in winter.
"It’s probably just like the contract we signed last time. We should think of it as fighting in the Shadow World, and this time the public competition will not use the Artificial Shadow World, but will go directly to the Knight College’s Arena for practical combat."
Frey answered, he had been listening to their discussions while he was at the Knight College with the president before.
Since there is no venue for the event, the several fighters of the Soul of Fighters’ Club Team and Monasite have agreed to wait at the arena for the guidance of the student council.
"That’s quite large-scale."
Lanci remembered the giant arena with pointed arch windows full of classical charm, accommodating many spectators, and the stage also had a magic barrier to protect the safety of life.
When it is officially opened to the outside, considering the cost and publicity, it will always be events on a grand scale.
"Yes, the day after tomorrow is just Friday. If we start stimulating enthusiasm ahead of time, it can be considered a decent celebratory event."
Frey continued.
After all, the characteristics of Ichrite students and residents are that they love excitement.
Every year, Ichrite Academy also occasionally organizes some activities, satisfying the public’s interests.
Sometimes they overdo it, such as last time they just sent the Dean of the Alchemy College in.
"By the way, Lanci, who do you think will win?"
Frey curiously initiated to ask.
"I am unsure…"
Lanci held his chin in thought and finally shook his head.
"Then I’ll go buy when you are sure."
"..."
Hyperion on the side was rendered speechless.
The motives of these two are both clear and somewhat confusing.
She did not care about the conversation of the two people around her. She looked up, and the most eye-catching arena of Knight College had come into her sight.
From a distance, the whole magnificent building is mainly distinguished by its red bricks and white stones. What is most striking are the uniquely designed lattice windows, all of different sizes but full of classical charm. The colored crystals embedded in the window panes, even on cloudy days, shed fantastic colors inside, adding a touch of warmth to the cold stone walls of the coliseum.
The three of them walked along the spacious walkway behind the main gate. Due to the preparation of the event in the next two days and the inspection and repair work, it is about to be temporarily closed to students, so the interior becomes relatively deserted.
Soon, with the light in the walkway gradually brightening at the end, the three student council members stepped out from a vine-wrapped iron door, and a gust of wind lifted the corners of their robes.
When they once again cleared their vision, the huge Battle Square appeared in front of them. The center of the high platform was covered with white marble cut by the blade, and the audience seats around were in circles going upwards, which could accommodate thousands of people.
However.
What attracted their attention was not the view of the location, but a burst of laughter. They could see a group of burly youths standing on the distant arena platform. All of them had light scars on their faces, but it was clearly not a problem.
"How can you guys get even weaker? You can’t even last a few minutes this time?"
"The Spirit of Martial Combat from Ichrite Academy is too weak."
"Do you guys have ########. A pile of ###### trash, it’s better to call your boss out earlier and compare with us!"
On the contrary, the Fighters of Ichrite Academy were all defeated and lying on the ground, their bodies full of scars, their noses bleeding heavily. They seemed to have no strength to stand up.
"You guys... are not truly a match for Sister Cervini..."
The vice-captain of the Soul of Fighters’ Club Team, who was tall and burly, kept bleeding from his lower lip and tried to stand up with a trembling voice. But soon a heavy footstep stepped on his back, and he could no longer move with the sound of coughing up blood.
"Then let her come. We definitely will make her enjoy it."
The man leading the Royal Arolan Academy’s fighters bent down and said with a smirk.
Subsequently, the Fighters behind him all burst out laughing.
"What’s going on?"
Lanci was the first to walk into the arena and asked in confusion.
The Fighters lying defeated on the ground seemed to shamefully avoid sight contact, their lips were trembling, and they could not speak, or perhaps they were completely robbed of their last bit of strength and morale.
"They couldn’t resist our challenges, and agreed to play with us in advance. The result is as you see."
The scarred tall man who led the others made a wagging tongue gesture while speaking to Lanci.
"I see."
Lanci nodded, he remembered that this person is Kuise, the sixth-order fighter from the Arolan Royal Academy Academic Visiting Team, a strong fighter but also a nobleman of the Arolan Kingdom.
"Then it is clear that the friendly match has already been decided. Please come back again for the official match the day after tomorrow."
Lanci said to the fighters led by Kuise in a routine manner.
"They haven’t surrendered yet. I advise you not to intervene, otherwise if you get accidentally hurt, it’s not our responsibility."
Kuise sneered and twisted his wrist.
Perhaps after further bullying these Fighters from Ichrite, Cervini might be prompted to engage in combat during the competition the day after tomorrow.
After all, Cervini is also one of the original members of the Fighters’ Club Team, she can come on stage as per the rules, or rather, they intentionally allowed her the chance to participate.
The boy in front of him wanted to meddle, and he didn’t mind knocking him down too.
"Kuise, he is Lanci."
One of the Fighters behind him whispered.
Black-haired with green pupils, he was the distinguished gentleman, and wore the student council tag, it was clearly one person now.
Kuise was slightly stunned after hearing the words, and he narrowed his left eye to scrutinize Lanci.
"Lanci? Are you the one who lost to Adams, then lost to Carlen, and was much hyped up?"
Almost two meters tall, Kuise scoffed laughingly, looking down at Lanci.
Among the three members of the student council, the gray-haired one was very strong. Although only fifth-order, Kuise couldn’t quite explain the wildness in him.
The tall silver-haired girl was average, not too strong or too weak, she could be knocked down within a few strikes.
Whereas this black-haired green-eyed guy. was outrageously weak.
"It seems that the Goddess of Destruction is nothing special. You can defeat her, and now I think I can defeat her too. If you want to meddle today, do you want to try losing to me again?"
Kuise coldly said, he didn’t care about Lanci at all, he was even interested in giving Lanci a punch right away.
