Frey, Lanqi, and Hyperion walked along the path of the school's Knight Academy.

The three chatted as they walked.

"Frey, do you know the rules of the competition?"

Jacaranda trees lined both sides of the road, tastefully embellishing this area of the campus, adding a touch of mystery and tranquility, proudly displaying their flowers that hadn't withered even in winter.

"Roughly the same as the contract we signed last time, just treat it as a battle in the Shadow World. Also, this public competition will no longer use artificial Shadow Worlds, but will be a real battle directly in the Knight Academy arena."

Frey replied, he had been listening to their discussions when he went to the Knight Academy with the president earlier.

Since there were no activity venues available, the fighters from the Soul of Fighters team had agreed with Monast to wait for the student council instructors at the arena.

"This is a large-scale event."

Lanqi remembered the giant arena with its pointed arched windows full of classical charm, which could accommodate many spectators, and the magic barrier on the battle platform that could protect lives.

Generally, when it was officially opened to the public, considering the cost and promotion, it would be a large-scale event.

"Yes, the day after tomorrow is Friday, and hyping up the atmosphere in advance can be considered a good celebration activity."

Frey continued.

After all, the students and residents of Icrete were known for their love of watching the fun.

Every year, Icrete Academy would occasionally do something to satisfy the desires of the masses.

Although sometimes it would get too big, like the last time they directly sent the dean of the Alchemy Academy in.

"By the way, Lanqi, who do you think will win?"

Frey rarely asked curiously.

"I'm not sure..."

Lanqi thought for a while, stroking his chin, and finally shook his head.

"Then I'll go buy it when you're sure."

"..."

Hyperion was speechless.

The motives of these two guys were both clear and very confusing.

She stopped paying attention to the words of the two people beside her, looked up, and the most conspicuous arena of the Knight Academy came into view.

From a distance, the entire magnificent building was mainly made of red bricks and white stones, and the most striking were the uniquely designed windows, which varied in size but were full of classical charm. The colored crystals inlaid in the windows, even on cloudy days, scattered dreamlike colors on the cold stone walls of the arena, adding a bit of warmth.

The three of them walked along the wide corridor behind the gate, and because they were preparing for the event in the next two days and carrying out inspections and other work, it would be temporarily closed to students, so there were fewer people inside.

Soon, as the light and shadow in the corridor gradually brightened at the end, the three members of the student council walked out of an iron gate entwined with climbing vines, and a gust of wind swept up their clothes.

When they saw the scene in front of them again, a huge battle square appeared in front of them. The center of the high platform was covered with white marble cut by blades, and all around were circles of audience seats that could accommodate thousands of people.

However.

What attracted their attention was not the scene of the venue, but a burst of wanton laughter. Looking around, a group of burly young men stood on the distant arena, their faces were lightly scarred, but obviously it didn't matter.

"Why have you become weaker? You can't even last a few minutes this time?"

"The martial spirit of Icrete Academy is too weak."

"Do you guys have any balls? A bunch of ball-less trash, you might as well call your boss out to compete with us!"

On the contrary, the fighters of Icrete Academy were all knocked to the ground, covered in scars, with nosebleeds flowing, and it seemed that they didn't even have the strength to stand up.

"You guys... are no match for Big Sister Tsilvi..."

The burly vice-captain of the Soul of Fighters team kept dripping blood from his lower lip, and trembled as he tried to support himself, but was soon stepped heavily on his back, and could no longer move with a cough of blood.

"Then let her come, we will definitely let her enjoy it too."

The leading man from the Yarrowland Royal Academy leaned down and said with a sneer.

Then, the fighters behind him all laughed loudly.

"What's going on?"

Lanqi took the lead in walking onto the arena and asked in confusion.

The fighters who were defeated on the ground seemed to avoid his gaze with shame, and their lips trembled and they couldn't speak, or maybe they had been completely deprived of their last bit of strength and spirit.

"These guys couldn't stand a few words from us, and agreed to compete with us first, and the result is as you can see."

The tall man with a scar on the corner of his eye, who was the leader on the other side, clicked his tongue and said to Lanqi.

"I see."

Lanqi nodded. He remembered that this person was Kuse, a sixth-level fighter from the Yarrowland Royal Academy's academic visiting team. He was inherently strong and also a nobleman of the Yarrowland Kingdom.

"Then it's clear that this friendly match has already been decided, please come back to participate in the official competition the day after tomorrow."

Lanqi said to the fighters led by Kuse in front of him in a businesslike manner.

"They haven't surrendered yet, I advise you not to interfere, otherwise if you get hurt by mistake, it's not our responsibility."

Kuse sneered and twisted his wrist.

If he could ravage these Icrete fighters a little more, maybe he could get Tsilvi to take action on her own in the competition the day after tomorrow.

After all, Tsilvi was also one of the original members of the Soul of Fighters team, and she was allowed to participate in the rules, or rather, they deliberately allowed her to retain her chance to fight.

If this kid wanted to disrupt the situation, he wouldn't mind knocking him down too.

"Kuse, he is Lanqi."

The fighter behind him whispered a reminder.

The noble son with black hair and emerald green eyes, and a student council nameplate, was obviously alone.

After hearing this, Kuse was slightly stunned and squinted his left eye to look at Lanqi.

"Lanqi? Are you the guy who lost to Adams first, then lost to Karen, and was still hyped up to the sky?"

Kuse, who was nearly two meters tall, smiled disdainfully and said condescendingly to Lanqi.

Among the three student council guys, the gray-haired one was very strong. Although he was only at the fifth level, Kuse couldn't explain what the wildness on him was all about.

The silver-haired, tall girl was mediocre, not strong or weak, and he could knock her down in a few moves.

But this black-haired, green-eyed guy... was ridiculously weak.

"It seems that the Saintess of Destruction is nothing more than that. You can defeat her, and now I think I can defeat her too... If you interfere today, do you want to try losing to me again?"

Kuse said coldly, not taking Lanqi seriously at all, and even had the interest to give Lanqi a punch at any time to try.

There will be three updates today, and two more chapters later~

(End of this chapter)