“You bunch of despicable bastards! Do you even have the spirit of martial combat anymore?!”

Kuse kept retreating, shouting righteously as if he wanted the entire venue and the viewers watching the broadcast to hear him.

At that moment, he finally understood a sentence.

There was a high wall between fighting bare-handed and with weapons.

It wasn't just the weapons.

It was also torture devices and tombstones.

"This is the Holy Hall Xingyi Axe Fist Technique named by Instructor Lancelot."

Looking at Kuse, who didn't want to fight but also didn't want to lose face and admit defeat, the deputy head only felt that Kuse was ridiculous, pathetic, and endearing.

The audience seats became a little quieter.

It was difficult for them, as outsiders, to comment on matters concerning the spirit of martial combat.

"Uh… I can vouch for everyone that this move does indeed exist. Principal Lancelot once guided the clergy in the Northern Continent to use it in the Shadow World. There's also another move called Holy Light Swordsmanship: Double Peaks Piercing Ears."

Lu Wei'xi'er on the commentary booth tried her best to smooth things over.

Her commentary partner next to her didn't dare to respond to her anymore.

If you said she didn't care about her reputation, she would give a logical explanation, but if you said she did care, she was really lying through her teeth.

They simply couldn't figure out what she was all about.

And the referee's seat had become completely silent.

Loren's palms were sweating, and his knees were weak. He couldn't say a word.

He wanted to stop the match.

But so far, no violations had occurred.

Kuse had not surrendered either.

Loren, as the referee, had no right to forcibly interfere with a match in progress.

More importantly, the two old men beside him wouldn't allow him to mess around.

"Waa…"

Hyperion, on the I刻里忒 Academy team's coach's bench, wanted to cry but had no tears. She didn't seem to want to be mistaken as part of the coaching staff by the audience anymore.

But it was already too late the moment she sat down.

"Although if I taught them Five Poison Fist or Solar Fist, they could win faster, but that would seem a bit unfair. We still need to consider the school's image and make the opponents accept their defeat willingly."

Lancelot commented.

He didn't seem to have forgotten his identity as a coach, seriously instructing.

"Do you really think so…"

Hyperion could probably understand that Five Poison Fist referred to Frey's [Venomous Ground Spike], and Solar Fist probably referred to the light magic that could blind people.

"By the way, where did Frey go?"

Hyperion suddenly thought of this and asked Lancelot.

"Isn't he with you guys?"

Lancelot hadn't seen Frey for the past two days.

"Huh, that's strange. He even placed a bet, he should be very concerned about the outcome…"

Hyperion looked back around in confusion. She hadn't seen Frey when the match started.

But none of them paid much attention to it.

"Don't worry, Hyperion. I still taught them a genuine set of boxing techniques, enough to subdue Kuse."

"I'm even less worried when you say that…"

While the two were chatting, several figures on the battle square looked like a well-trained hunting team, cooperating to encircle Kuse.

"Die!"

Kuse gasped for breath, trying to rush towards an enemy and defeat them first. However, the Demon King Army's cruelty and madness were completely revealed. The sound of bones breaking on both sides rang out almost simultaneously, and blood splattered.

They seemed to turn a blind eye to Kuse's resistance, each attack executing a cold-blooded death sentence.

Before Kuse could stand firm, the black giant figure holding a greatsword had already appeared behind him at some point, slashing fiercely at Kuse. Kuse didn't even have a chance to turn around, and his back was split open, leaving a bloody mark.

Another figure then grabbed Kuse's arm, sneering as he used his great strength to hold him down.

After being beaten a little delirious under the continuous siege, Kuse finally mustered some strength. But at this moment, he understood that the first thing he should do was not fight back, but to surrender!

If he continued to hold on, he wouldn't dare to guess what these crazy people would control him to do.

However, before he could open his mouth, his Adam's apple was struck heavily by an iron gauntlet.

"Heh, you want to surrender?"

The deputy head's voice seemed to have dropped a full sixteen tones compared to a few days ago, as thick as the sound of a heavy hammer striking in a foundry.

"Ah… Ah…!"

Kuse clutched his neck tightly, saliva and tears of pain sliding down his twisted cheeks, but he couldn't make a sound.

"Now you've learned to communicate friendly, right?"

Accompanied by the deputy head's words.

The next second, the figure behind Kuse kicked his knees hard with a low sweep and pressed on his shoulders, forcing him to kneel on the ground.

"This is called basic etiquette."

Before Kuse could comprehend this humiliation, a fighter immediately lunged forward with a punch to Kuse's eyes, making him see stars.

"This is radiant virtue."

The sound of air currents and explosions suddenly approached.

Another 刻里忒 member had already thrown away the greatsword in his hand and clapped his hands hard on both sides of Kuse's head. A burst of dizziness almost made Kuse completely faint.

"Let you listen to beautiful notes!"

Several warriors from the fighter team took turns using various fist-type Lancelot skills, almost depriving Kuse of his five senses, followed by an ultimate insult.

The parents in the audience quickly covered their children's eyes.

The scene was too violent.

Loren was shocked and finally understood the severity of the problem, wanting to stop the match immediately.

But the control terminal at the referee's seat seemed to be malfunctioning, unable to turn off the barrier and stop the match.

"How could the control circuit be broken at this time?!"

Loren's heart was racing, and he shouted almost collapsing.

Then he took advantage of the wind to leap from the sky, the gust of wind seeming to lift the dark clouds, and every wind magic he cast resonated with the arena's barrier, gradually weakening its power.

He couldn't use his full strength, even if it could violently dismantle the barrier faster, it would definitely affect the citizens in the audience seats!

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, until a slight tremor spread throughout the arena, and the barrier finally began to collapse.

It didn't collapse with a bang, but gradually disappeared into the air like a mist gently blown away by the wind.

However, by the time Loren was able to stop the match, it was too late.

This was destined to be a major accident that would be remembered in 刻里忒's history.

At the same time, the 刻里忒 City Government would permanently ban large-scale external activities of the 刻里忒 Academy.

…

The control center of the Knight Academy's arena.

In the dim room, a tall and strong figure, with sunglasses hanging halfway down his face, put down the rat in his hand and left silently, leaving only the wire that had been bitten off, emitting magical energy, behind him.

Please ask for monthly tickets (in a low voice)

(End of this chapter)