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Chapter 221: Lanchi Takes Shubellyan's Words to Heart
Chapter 221: Lanchi Takes Shubellyan's Words to Heart
Fred, Lanchi, and Shubellyan strolled along the paths of the School Knights' College. As they walked, the trio engaged in casual conversation.
"Fred, are you aware of the rules for the sparring session?" The path they traversed was adorned with Jacaranda trees, their purple blooms adding a touch of mystery and tranquility to the campus, proudly displaying flowers that refused to wither even in the chill of winter.
"It's probably similar to the contract we signed last time. Just treat it as a battle in the shadow world. And this time, instead of using an artificial shadow world, the public spar will take place directly in the arena of the Knights' College," Fred replied, having previously accompanied the club president to the Knights' College, where he had listened in on their discussions.
Without a venue for their activities, the fighters from the 'Soul of the Fighter' team and Monaster had agreed to wait in the arena for the instructors from the student council to arrive.
"That's quite a grand event you've got planned," remarked Lanchi, recalling the colossal arena with its arched, leaded windows that exuded a classical charm. It was a venue capable of accommodating a large number of spectators, and the fighting platform was protected by magic barriers to ensure the safety of the participants.
Official events in such venues usually attracted a significant crowd and were accompanied by promotional activities due to the costs involved.
"Indeed," Fred continued. "And the day after tomorrow is Friday. We can consider this an early warm-up for a wonderful celebration."
After all, the students and residents of Icholite had a reputation for their love of excitement and spectacle.
Occasionally, Icholite Academy would organize events to satisfy the populace's thirst for entertainment.
However, sometimes these events could get out of hand, like the previous incident that had landed the Dean of the Alchemist Academy in hot water.
"By the way, Lanchi, who do you think will emerge victorious?" Fred asked, a rare note of curiosity in his voice.
"I'm not sure..." Lanchi pondered, stroking his chin thoughtfully before finally shaking his head in uncertainty.
"Then I'll wait until you're sure before placing my bet," Fred said with a hint of amusement.
"...”
Shubellyan, walking alongside them, was left speechless by the pair's clear yet bewildering motives.
Choosing to ignore their exchange, she lifted her gaze and spotted the most prominent feature of the Knights' College—the grand arena—looming into view.
From a distance, the majestic structure stood out with its red brick and white stone construction. The most striking feature was its uniquely designed windows, varying in size but all exuding a classical charm. Colored crystals were embedded within the leaded panes, casting a dreamlike array of colors within, even on overcast days, lending a touch of warmth to the cold stone walls of the colosseum.
The trio made their way along the broad corridor that led from the main entrance, heading deeper into the complex. With preparations and maintenance underway for an upcoming event, the student population had been temporarily restricted from accessing the area, resulting in a noticeable reduction in foot traffic.
As they neared the end of the corridor, where the play of light and shadow grew brighter, they encountered three student council members emerging from an iron gate entwined with climbing vines. A gust of wind whipped at their robes as they stepped through.
When their eyes adjusted to the change in lighting, a massive combat arena came into view. At its center stood a raised platform of white marble, its surface covered with razor-sharp cutting boards. Surrounding this central stage were tiered rows of seating capable of accommodating thousands of spectators.
However, what captured their attention was not the impressive sight of the arena but the sound of unrestrained laughter echoing from afar. Upon closer inspection, they noticed a group of burly young men standing on a distant fighting platform, their faces bearing light scars that did not seem to impede their abilities.
"How have you gotten even weaker? This time, you couldn't even last a few minutes?" one of them mocked.
"The 'Soul of the Fighter' from Icholite Academy is truly pathetic."
"Do you have any guts? You bunch of trash would be better off calling your boss out earlier to spar with us!"
The Ikelite Academy fighters, on the other hand, were all knocked to the ground, their bodies bruised and noses bleeding, as if they didn't even have the strength to stand up.
"You guys...are no match for Big Sister Zervini..."
The burly vice-captain of the Fighter's Soul team, with blood dripping from his lower lip, trembled as he tried to stand, but was soon stomped heavily on his back, unable to move again as he coughed up blood.
"Then let her come. We'll definitely give her a good time too."
The man from the Royal College of Yarloran, who led the group, bent down and sneered.
Immediately, the fighters behind him burst into laughter.
"What's going on here?"
Lanchi was the first to step into the arena, asking in confusion.
The defeated fighters on the ground seemed unusually ashamed, avoiding eye contact, their lips quivering as if they couldn't speak, or perhaps they had lost their last bit of strength and spirit.
"These guys, they can't take a few words from us, and they agreed to spar with us first. The result is as you can see."
The tall man with a scar on his eye corner, who led the opposing team, clicked his tongue and explained to Lanchi.
"I see."
Lanchi nodded, remembering that this man was Kuse, a sixth-rank fighter and a member of the academic exchange team from Yarloran Royal College, known for his strong personal strength and noble status in the Yarloran Kingdom.
"So it's clear who won this friendly match. Please come back the day after tomorrow for the official competition."
Lanchi addressed the fighters led by Kuse in a matter-ofof-factly manner.
"They haven't surrendered yet. I advise you not to get involved, or if we accidentally injure you, it won't be our responsibility."
Kuse sneered and twisted his wrist.
If he had humiliated these Ikelite fighters further, Zervini might have taken the initiative to fight in the match the day after tomorrow.
After all, Zervini was also a member of the original Fighter's Soul team, and by the rules, she could still compete, or rather, they had deliberately allowed her to retain her spot.
If this kid wanted to mess things up, Kuse didn't mind taking him down as well.
"Kuse, this is Lanchi."
The fighter behind Kuse whispered, pointing at Lanchi.
With his black hair and emerald green eyes, he was clearly the only noble among the student council members.
Hearing this, Kuse paused for a moment, narrowing his left eye as he sized up Lanchi.
"Lanchi? So you're the guy who lost to Adams and then to Karen, and yet you're still so full of yourself?"
Kuse, standing at almost two meters tall, scoffed disdainfully at Lanchi.
Among the three student council members, the one with the grayish-white hair was strong, even though he was only fifth-rank. Kuse couldn't quite put his finger on the wildness that emanated from him.
The tall, silver-haired girl was average, neither strong nor weak; she could be taken down in a few moves.
And this black-haired, green-eyed guy... he was ridiculously weak.
"So the so-called Destroyer Saintess is nothing special. Since you could defeat her, I think I could take her on too... If you want to meddle today, why don't you try losing to me as well?"
Kuse said coldly, not taking Lanchi seriously at all, even contemplating giving Lanchi a punch just for fun.
(End of Chapter)
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