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Chapter 224: Lanchi's Killing Squad
Chapter 224: Lanchi's Killing Squad
"Is it necessary?"
Kuse lowered his gaze slightly, looking at the document that Lanchi was handing to him.
According to the official rules of this competition, there were indeed some disclaimers and risk statements. However, during the negotiations with Student Council President Monasterio, it was Master Sphintos who had verbally agreed to a fair set of rules.
The current document merely listed out the rules in detail, and upon signing, it would carry legal weight.
The terms were simple and straightforward, without any loopholes; it was purely about determining superiority and deciding life and death.
However, with the extremely high-level ancient arena barrier technique in the Knight's Court, lives wouldn't actually be lost.
"To regulate the competition, the participating fighters should set an example."
Lanchi spoke with a serious and impartial tone.
"Excellent, that's exactly what I want."
A sinister smile tugged at the corners of Kuse's mouth as he took the document, his eyes glinting with malice.
Although the group of people before them now looked a little strange, the gap in strength was too obvious to be bridged by mere bluster and psychological tactics.
With this life-and-death agreement, he would be able to act without restraint soon, teaching these clueless people a cruel lesson.
After perusing the document and finding no errors, Kuse and the other fighters signed the agreement.
Subsequently, Kuse's gaze swept across the five people standing behind Lanchi, as if he couldn't wait to trample them underfoot.
"Now, both sides should create some distance, and after the coaches leave the field, the barrier can be activated, and the match will officially begin."
The referee collected the 《Knight Court Arena Team Combat Competition Disclaimer Statement-Risk Acknowledgment Form》 with the names of all ten fighters and made the announcement.
"Heh."
Kuse turned his head slightly and gave Lanchi a cold smile, running his thumb across his neck in a gesture that seemed to be telling Lanchi that he was next.
Lanchi paid him no heed and walked down from the combat platform, holding the coach's clipboard in one hand.
He never wasted words.
Raindrops fell from the dark clouds, blown by the cold wind onto the arena's barrier.
As the contestants took their positions, the audience's chatter grew more lively, anticipating the upcoming match. Some held hot drinks to ward off the cold, while others clutched their companions tightly, sharing warmth.
"The odds for the fighters of the Royal Aloran Academy against the fighters of the Ikelite Academy are now almost 1 to 6.5."
"That previous match that was stopped halfway through was apparently due to a huge disparity in strength. After all, there's a six-stage fighter, Kuse, on Aloran's side, while the strongest on Ikelite's side is only at the fifth stage."
"Let's see if Coach Lanchi can bring about any changes."
Even though Ikelite Academy's entrance just now seemed a bit too bizarre.
But upon further thought, it might just be their style, adding more suspense to the match as the seemingly weaker side on paper.
As the clock's hand pointed skyward, the sound of Ikelite Academy's ancient bell tower began to ring out on this winter afternoon, deep and rhythmic, mingling with the enthusiastic cheers of the audience in the arena.
With the final toll of the bell, the match was about to commence, and victory or defeat, glory or disappointment, would be decided in the moments that followed.
At the center of the combat square, the ten contestants stood facing each other, the atmosphere heavy with anticipation. Any slight movement from either side would spark a tempestuous clash.
In the dimly lit arena, where the howling wind drowned out all other sounds, the standoff between the two sides became the sole focus, with everyone awaiting the decisive moment to engage in battle.
"Begin the match!"
The referee waved and shouted after the third bell, and the crowd's cheers reached their peak.
Both sides employed a direct offense strategy! Ten figures cautiously advanced towards each other, testing the waters.
Contrary to expectations, the Ikelite Academy team, who was expected to create distance and employ defensive tactics, resembled starving beasts unleashed from their cages.
At the same time, they began to utilize the only magical props allowed in this match – the magic cards strapped to their bodies.
"Wait, isn't this supposed to be a pure hand-to-hand combat competition between martial artists?"
Surprised voices echoed from the audience stands.
Typically, martial artists who lacked proficiency in magic would complement their innate strengths, combat techniques, and agility by equipping enhancement and immunity spell cards in their limited card slots.
However, the individuals from Ikelite Academy had already donned pitch-black heavy armor using equipment cards, and they even wielded bloodstained great axes, scythes, and serrated broadswords. Their terrifying auras and sinister grins resembled a group of bloodthirsty butchers.
In that moment, the martial artists from Aloran Royal Academy, who had intended to engage in direct confrontation, hesitated and paused.
Just looking into the eyes of those distant figures sent chills down the spines of the unarmed martial artists.
Heavy-armored warriors were known for their durability and offensive capabilities, but their drawback was their lack of agility. Lightly armored warriors, on the other hand, were agile and had high burst damage output, but they were more fragile.
In this arena, which resembled a wilderness enclosed by a barrier, it was more like a cage for beasts. If the heavily armored warriors employed underhanded tactics, such as casting a Caltrop spell, they could further restrict the agility of the martial artists.
While the rules didn't prohibit the use of weapon equipment cards, it was expected that martial artists, by nature, would opt for weapons like boxing gloves or arm guards.
But none of that mattered now.
What was important was the state of the Ikelite Academy students. Their eyes seemed to bulge from their sockets, with bloodshot veins crisscrossing them, as if they hadn't slept in nights, their pupils abnormally dilated and inflamed.
The muscles on their faces twitched as if from prolonged tension, their lips quivered, and their breathing was rapid and accompanied by strange tremors.
As they approached in their heavy armor, their heads bobbed uncontrollably, as if suppressing the pain and madness within.
Their appearance and mental state finally struck a chord of instinctual danger in the hearts of the Aloran Kingdom group.
The others were merely acting.
But they seemed genuinely unhinged!
"Hehehehe, time to slaughter some pigs..."
The laughter of the martial artists from the Soul Club resonated like the deepest bass notes on a piano, with a metallic edge to it.
The only thing that could satiate their hunger was the fresh blood and marrow of the pigs before them.
In the high-altitude viewing platform, Loren's eyes widened, and he stood up, gripping the table.
Were these five individuals truly students of Ikelite Academy?
If you told him they were members of the Resurrection Sect, he would almost believe it.
But members of the Resurrection Sect didn't usually act like this!
And on the combat square...
"Kill!!!"
"Fight!!!"
The martial artists leaned forward, as if pulled by the weapons in their hands, and charged with astonishing speed and ferocity!
(End of Chapter)
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