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Chapter 225: Thalia is Forced to Regain the Glory of the Demon Tribe
Chapter 225: Thalia is Forced to Regain the Glory of the Demon Tribe
Lightning flashed within the dark clouds, a brilliant beam of white light slicing through the sky and illuminating the faces of everyone in the square.
"What are you afraid of? Have you forgotten their strength?" Kuse roared at his companions, who had begun to display signs of wariness.
In just two days, the gap in raw power was impossible to compensate for, no matter how intimidating their opponents appeared.
Regardless of their strange appearance, the same frontal assault that had worked twice before would be sufficient.
Hearing this, the fighters from the Royal Fighting Academy of Yaloran regained their spirit and exchanged determined glances.
It was clear who was superior!
At that moment, a deafening thunderclap exploded, as if the anger of the heavens had been unleashed, striking fear into the hearts of those below.
The thunder blended with the shouts and clangs of metal from the arena, creating a chaotic symphony of battle.
Suddenly, the fight erupted!
A member of the Special Slaughter Unit of the Demon King's Army charged at the nearest fighter, raising his heavy sword to deliver a deadly blow to their neck.
"!!"
The Yaloran fighter reacted swiftly, performing a side flip to narrowly avoid the fatal strike, his heart pounding.
Without hesitation, he counterattacked with a rushing punch, creating a wave of air.
However, the opponent's heavy armor seemed to absorb most of the impact.
Something was amiss. Despite being hit, the opponent remained unwavering, their scarlet eyes glancing at the fighter as if they couldn't feel pain.
The figure seemed even more formidable beneath the pitch-black heavy armor, and the corners of their mouths, set below those crimson eyes, curved into a sinister smile. They raised their heavy sword once more, intending to split the fighter in two.
Sensing something was terribly wrong, the Yaloran fighter quickly performed a backflip to create distance.
"Tsk, consider yourself lucky," the fighter from Ikelite commented, a cold smile on their face as they brandished their heavy sword.
The clashes between the other fighters were similar, with the five from Ikelite showing no signs of injury or pain despite the attacks from their opponents. However, each of their counterattacks was aimed at taking lives, be it decapitation, slicing at the waist, or attempting to turn their opponent's head into mush with their broadswords.
The Yaloran fighters found themselves hesitant to engage in close combat, opting to create distance for a more mobile battle.
"You cowards, what are you afraid of!" Kuse, a sixth-level fighter, showed no fear as he charged forward, his voice filled with contempt for his companions who were starting to back down. He seemed ready to take on all five opponents by himself.
The remaining Yaloran fighters gritted their teeth, aware of the gap in raw strength, and pushed down their anxiety, rushing back into the fray.
Their reinforced bodies, enhanced with steel-like muscles and bones, along with their regenerative abilities, meant that they could withstand the blows from heavy weapons without succumbing to their injuries. The opponents were merely intimidating!
Each swing of the serrated broadswords and giant axes carried destructive force, and the sickening clang of metal on impact sent shivers down the spines of the audience.
The fighters from Yaloran relied on their speed and agility to counterattack, seeking out their enemies' weaknesses.
It was unclear if their strikes weren't heavy enough or if their opponents truly felt no pain, but they seemed unable to inflict any significant damage!
On the contrary, each time they were struck by an axe, the searing pain and dizziness made them feel as if they were dancing with death.
The spectators were stunned by the breathtaking scene unfolding before them.
Was this really a fighting competition?
It seemed more like one side intended to slaughter the other.
Any observer could tell that the fighters from the Kingdom of Yaloran had a clear advantage in strength. Yet, the battle was shockingly one-sided, with the Yaloran fighters appearing to be at the mercy of the Ikelite slaughter unit.
The scene grew increasingly gruesome, with the Ikelite fighters targeting their opponents' throats from the start, as if they intended to devour them.
If one had to describe it, it would be like a group of elite students who had yet to leave their campus clashing with a well-drilled, battle-hardened demon tribe regular army.
Aside from the strongest sixth-level fighter, Kuse, who could take on five opponents by himself, the other four fighters had already sustained several terrifying wounds, their eyes filled with fear.
The fighters from Ikelite, on the other hand, should have sustained significant injuries, but they seemed unaffected, their bodies as immovable as black barricades, as if they wouldn't budge an inch even at the brink of death!
"You're like infants," one of them scoffed.
"Why were we ever defeated by pigs like you?" another taunted.
"Thank you, Principal Lanchi, for giving us a new lease of life. This is the true martial soul we have always sought..."
The raindrops fell on the fighters, evaporating due to their body heat and the heat generated by the intense battle, but this wasn't the heat of passion; it was the fiery zeal of slaughter unleashed after returning from the depths of hell.
It was hard to imagine what these fighters had gone through in the past two days.
Gradually, the Ikelite slaughter unit began to gain the upper hand. With each strike of their heavy swords and giant axes, they seemed intent on smashing a pit into the ground, and despite Kuse's best efforts to lead his team in counterattacks, they found it increasingly difficult to withstand this life-for-life fighting style.
Only Kuse grew more ferocious in battle, while the fighters by his side were struck by the heavy swords and giant axes, sending them flying meters away.
The atmosphere in the combat arena became increasingly cruel.
Each attack by the Demon King's Army Special Slaughter Unit seemed to carry the determination to destroy everything in its path, and the battle was fast becoming a siege against Kuse.
"This..."
Noe stood there with his mouth agape, staring at the combat arena in disbelief.
Something was very wrong with the fighting team coached by Lanchi!
Was this what you call a friendly academic exchange?
"The Demon King's Army has once again taken the advantage! This built-in frenzy and pain-blocking ability is just too strong."
Luweishi's enthusiastic commentary echoed throughout the entire arena.
"Ahem, it's the Ikelite Academy team," the other commentator quickly corrected.
"Oh, right. Well, from another perspective, it could also be that Coach Lanchi's tactics are excellent, but going up against these five executioners from the Demon King's Army... it's just not a fair fight for the opposing fighters."
"It's the Ikelite Academy team."
"Uh."
Luweishi seemed to have a slip of the tongue.
Every time she mentioned Ikelite, she stumbled over the words before finally spitting out the correct name.
"Mo... mo..."
"Ikelite."
"Yes, the Ikelite team... well, you know what I mean."
The students and spectators in the stands, who had initially found the scene a bit bizarre, were now thoroughly engrossed in the heated battle, cheering and shouting enthusiastically.
Amidst the cacophony of voices, Thalia, who had been holding onto Hyperian's hand, now found herself clutching it even tighter.
She kept her head down, afraid that those around her would notice her connection to Lanchi and the similarities between her and the Great Poet.
"Hyperian, let's go home," Thalia suggested in a low voice.
"Are you feeling unwell, Thalia?" Hyperian asked, sensing the coolness of Thalia's palms.
"I..."
Thalia didn't know how to explain.
Hyperian was still unaware that she was his aunt and that she was a descendant of the demon tribe.
Thalia even heard students around her enthusiastically cheering for the Demon King's Army.
The surreal atmosphere made every moment feel like an eternity.
She was a law-abiding citizen; she hadn't plotted the revival of the Demon King's Army, nor had she incited Lanchi to do such things...
(End of Chapter)
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