Electric light rolled in the dark clouds, and a white flash streaked across the sky, illuminating the faces of everyone in the square.

"What are you afraid of? Have you forgotten what their strength is?!"

Kusei roared at his companions, who were showing signs of alarm.

A gap in hard power, built over a mere two days, could never be bridged by mere morale.

No matter how bizarre they looked, the answer was to face them head-on, just like the two brutal beatings they'd suffered the day before yesterday.

Hearing this, the martial artists of the Royal Academy of Arollan also perked up quickly, exchanging firm glances.

The stronger and the weaker were obvious at a glance!

At the same time, a deafening thunderclap exploded, a release of the sky's fury, striking straight at the heart.

The thunder mingled with the sounds of battle, shouts, and clashing metal in the arena.

The battle erupted suddenly!

A member of the Demon King's Special Slaughter Unit charged towards the nearest martial artist, raising a heavy sword to chop down on his neck.

"!!"

The martial artist reacted quickly, performing a side flip to narrowly dodge the fatal blow, cold sweat breaking out on his brow.

He immediately counterattacked, throwing a punch that stirred up a gust of air.

But the opponent's heavy armor seemed to absorb most of the damage.

However...

Something was wrong. Despite being hit, the opponent remained motionless, glaring at him sideways as if he felt no pain.

His body seemed even larger under the dark heavy armor, and the corner of his mouth under those scarlet eyes curved into a smile as he raised the heavy sword again, wanting to cleave him in two.

Sensing something extremely wrong, the Arollan martial artist quickly somersaulted backward, creating distance.

"Tch, lucky you got away."

The Ikryte martial artist said with a sneer, hefting his heavy sword.

The other martial artists' engagements were much the same. The five from Ikryte showed no reaction to injury or pain, but their attacks were aimed at killing their opponents, either beheading them, chopping them at the waist, or simply trying to smash their heads into pulp with their broadswords.

This made the martial artists from Arollan a little hesitant to fight them head-on, and they retreated, preparing to circle around and look for openings.

"You bunch of cowards, what's there to be afraid of!"

Only Kusei, at the sixth rank, showed no fear, taking the lead and cursing fiercely at his companions who were starting to avoid battle, even displaying the momentum of facing all five opponents alone.

The remaining martial artists from Arollan, thinking about the difference in their hard power, gritted their teeth and suppressed their inner unease, charging forward again.

Their reinforced steel bones and regeneration abilities meant that even taking a direct hit from a heavy weapon wouldn't be fatal; the opponent just looked scary!

Each swing of the serrated broadswords and giant axes carried destructive power, and whenever they hit their mark, they produced a chilling clang of metal.

The martial artists relied on their speed and agility to counterattack, trying to find the enemy's weaknesses.

Whether it was that their blows weren't heavy enough, or that the opponents truly felt no pain, no matter how they struck, they seemed unable to inflict any effective damage on the Ikryte fighters!

On the contrary, every time they took an axe blow, the flaying, bone-scraping pain and feeling of dizziness made them feel as if they were dancing with death.

The audience was stunned by the breathtaking scene.

Was this really a martial arts competition?

It felt like one side was actually trying to kill the other!

Anyone with eyes could see that the Arollan Kingdom martial artists had a clear advantage in strength.

But the battle was one-sided, with the martial artists from Arollan being brutally executed by the Demon King's Slaughter Unit from Ikryte.

The scene became extremely bloody; from the beginning, they had been aiming for the opponents' throats, wanting to devour them.

If one had to describe it, it was like a group of elites who hadn't yet left campus encountering the Demon Realm's seasoned regular army.

Apart from Kusei, the strongest sixth-rank martial artist who still had the power to fight five opponents at once, the other four had several terrifying wounds on their bodies, and their eyes were filled with fear.

The Ikryte fighters should have been seriously injured, but they were acting as if nothing had happened, their black, fortress-like bodies seemingly unshakeable until death!

"You're just like babies."

"Why were we ever defeated by you pig-dogs?"

"Thanks to Principal Lanchi for giving us a new lease on life; this is the true martial spirit we've always been pursuing..."

Raindrops fell on the fighters, vaporized by the heat from their bodies and the battle, but this was not the heat of passion, but the mad killing intent of those who had returned from hell.

It was hard to imagine what they had experienced in the past two days.

Gradually, the Ikryte Slaughter Unit began to gain the upper hand. Each strike of their heavy swords and giant axes seemed to want to smash a large pit in the ground, and even as Kusei led the martial artists in their desperate counterattacks, they were increasingly struggling against this exchange-your-life-for-mine fighting style.

Only Kusei fought fiercer and fiercer, while the martial artists beside him were struck by heavy swords and giant axes, sent flying several meters.

The atmosphere on the battlefield became increasingly brutal.

Each attack from the Demon King's Special Slaughter Unit seemed to carry the determination to destroy everything, quickly evolving into a siege against Kusei.

"This..."

Noah stared blankly at the battlefield, his brain short-circuiting.

How did he feel that the martial artist team coached by Lanchi was very, very wrong?!

You call this a friendly academic exchange?

"The Demon King's army has once again gained the advantage! This berserk mode and pain suppression is really too strong."

Ludville's impassioned commentary echoed throughout the arena from the commentary booth.

"Ahem, it's the Ikryte Academy team."

The other commentator beside her quickly corrected.

"Oh right. Actually, from another perspective, it might be that Coach Lanchi's tactical arrangements are very good, but facing these five executioners from the Demon King's army, how can the opposing martial artists possibly compete?"

"It's the Ikryte Academy team."

"Uh."

Ludville seemed to have gotten used to calling them that.

Several times in a row, when mentioning the Ikryte side, she stuttered for a long time before managing to call out the correct name.

"De... De..."

"Ikryte."

"Right, the Ikryte team, these few are... well, you know."

The students and masses in the audience, who had initially felt that the style was a bit strange, now saw that the fighting was intense and full of entertainment value, and they all cheered and shouted in a boisterous manner.

Amidst the clamorous voices.

Talia, who had originally been holding Hyperion's hand, was now tightly gripping Hyperion's hand instead.

She buried her head deeply, afraid that those around her would notice that she knew Lanchi and her similarity to the Great Poet.

"Hyperion, should we go home?"

Talia suggested in a low voice.

"Tata, are you feeling unwell?"

Hyperion felt that the palms of Talia's hands were a little cold.

"I..."

Talia didn't know how to explain.

Hyperion still didn't know that she was Hyperion's aunt, nor did she know that she was a demon.

Talia even heard the students around her cheering for the Demon King's army in a joking and trending way.

This bizarre place made her feel that every minute and every second spent there was torment.

She was a law-abiding citizen, and she really wasn't planning the Demon King's revival, nor did she instigate Lanchi to do these things...

(End of Chapter)