Amid the rolling flashes of lightning within the dark clouds, a white streak shot across the sky, illuminating the faces of all those present in the square.
"What are you afraid of? Have you forgotten their strength?!"
Kuise barked out at his companions who showed signs of apprehension.
With a re two days, it was impossible for the intimidation to make up for the glaring difference in raw power.
No matter how strange the adversaries appeared, direct confrontation would suffice, just like the beatings they had given them two days prior.
Hearing this, the fighters of the Royal Arolan Academy quickly rallied, exchanging determined looks with each other.
Strength and weakness would be revealed at first sight!
Simultaneously, a deafening thunderous noise exploded, conveying the anger of the sky and striking at the heart.
The thunder, the battle in the arena, the screams, and the clashes of tal shed into an alarming symphony.
The battle suddenly erupted!
A mber of the Demon King’s Special Slaughter Troops charged at the nearest fighter, raising his heavy sword directly towards the opponent’s neck.
"!!"
The fighter reacted swiftly, performing a side roll with his body soaked in cold sweat, narrowly avoiding the lethal strike.
He imdiately struck back, unleashing a punch that stirred a wave of fierce energy.
But it seed that the opponent’s heavy armor absorbed most of the damage.
However.
The odd thing was that despite being hit, the opponent remained immobile, sneering at him as if he didn’t feel any pain.
He looked even more enormous under the pitch-black heavy armor, and a grin tugged at the corners of his mouth under his blood-red eyes as he raised his heavy sword again, aiming to split him in two.
The fighter from Arolan, feeling sothing was seriously wrong, quickly perford a backflip to distance himself.
"Tsk, you lucked out this ti."
The fighter from Ichrite, wielding his heavy sword, mocked coldly.
The fights of the other fighters unfolded similarly; the five from Ichrite showed no reaction to injury or pain, and every blow they dealt was aid to kill. If they did not aim for the neck, then they aid for the waist, or perhaps they outright sought to crush their opponents’ heads with the broad sword.
As a result, the fighters from Arolan were sowhat hesitant to fight them upfront and started retreating to engage in guerrilla warfare.
"You cowards! What are you scared of?!"
Kuise, the six-order fighter, was not afraid at all. He led the charge, fiercely cursing at his companions who were slowly withdrawing. He even had the air of taking on all five opponents himself.
The other fighters from Arolan, thinking about the difference in raw strength between the two sides, gritted their teeth, suppressed their anxiety, and charged again.
With their enhanced steel-like muscles and regenerative abilities, even if they took a heavy weapon’s strike head-on, it would not necessarily be lethal. The opponents just seed intimidating!
Every swing of the sawtooth broad sword and the giant axe carried a power of destruction. Every ti they hit a target, a heart-stopping tallic collision resonated.
The fighters relied on their speed and flexibility to counterattack, attempting to find the enemies’ weak points.
Whether their hits weren’t strong enough, or the opponents genuinely lacked pain sensation, it seed like they couldn’t inflict any significant damage on those few from Ichrite!
On the contrary, every ti they took a blow from the ax, the excruciating pain and the feeling of faintness made them feel like they were dancing with death.
The audience was shaken by this thrilling scene.
Was this really a fight?
Why did it feel like one side was genuinely trying to murder the other?
Any observant person would have noticed that the fighters from the Arolan Kingdom had a significant advantage in raw strength.
But the battle situation was completely one-sided, with the fighters of Arolan being brutally executed by Ichrite’s Demon King’s Slaughter Troops.
The scene turned extrely bloody; from the very beginning, they were aiming for the throat, intending to devour the enemy.
If there were to be a description, it was like a group of elites who had not yet graduated confronting the experienced regular army of the Demon Race.
Apart from the strongest six-order fighter, Kuise, who still stood alone against the five, the other four were filled with terror, sporting frightening wounds on their bodies.
The few from Ichrite, who should have sustained considerable injuries, behaved as if nothing happened. Those black, barricade-like bodies seed as if they would not waver even at the brink of death!
"They’re just like babies."
"How could we have ever been defeated by lowly imbeciles like you?"
"Thanks to Principal Lanci for granting us a second chance at life, this is the true Spirit of Martial Combat we have been ceaselessly pursuing…"
Raindrops fell on the fighters,their body heat and energy from the fight imdiately turning them into steam, yet this wasn’t due to the heat of battle, but the murderous fervor of those who had returned from hell.
It was hard to imagine what they had gone through in the past two days.
Gradually, the slaughter troops from Ichrite’s side began to gain the upper hand. Their heavy swords and giant axes were swung with enough force to smash the ground into a bowl every ti. Even though Kuise’s fighters fought back tenaciously, confronting this life-for-a-life style of combat was becoming increasingly difficult for them.
Only Kuise fought more and more fiercely, while the fighters beside him were sent flying several ters away, struck by heavy swords or giant axes.
The atmosphere on the battlefield beca increasingly brutal.
Every attack from the Demon King’s Special Slaughter Troops seed to carry the determination to obliterate everything - the battle almost turned into a siege against Kuise.
"This…"
Noe stared dumbstruck at the battlefield.
Why did the group of fighters trained by Lanci feel so horribly wrong?!
Was this supposed to be friendly academic exchange?
"The Demon King’s Army is gaining the upper hand once again! This innate savagery and pain shield, the intensity is just too high."
Lavisseir’s passionate comntary echoed throughout the entire stadium.
"Cough, cough, it’s the team representing Ichrite Academy."
The other comntator quickly corrected him.
"Oh, yes. Actually, looking at it from another perspective, perhaps it’s because Lanci’s tactical arrangents are very good, but facing these five executioners from the Demon King’s Army, what can the fighters from the other side do?"
"It’s the team representing Ichrite Academy."
"Uh."
Lavisseir seed to have gotten used to it.
It took him a while to enunciate the proper na every ti he referred to the Ichrite’s side.
"Dem…Dem…"
"Ichrite."
"Right, the team representing Ichrite. You all know what that ans."
The students and audience in the stands, at first found the style a bit bizarre, but now seeing the fiery and spectacle-filled fight, they all started chanting and cheering uproariously.
In the midst of the deafening noise.
Talia, who was originally held by Hyperion, was now tightly grasping Hyperion’s hand.
She buried her head, desperately afraid of others noticing that she knew Lanci or the similarity between her and the Great Love Poet.
"Hyperion, shall we go ho?"
Talia proposed in a low voice.
"Tata, are you feeling unwell?"
Hyperion felt that Talia’s palm was a bit chilly.
"I…"
Talia didn’t know how to explain.
Hyperion still didn’t know that she was Hyperion’s aunt or that she was from the Demon Race.
Talia even heard the surrounding students yelling cheerfully for the Demon King’s Army.
This strange place made her feel that every mont was torture.
She was a law-abiding citizen, she hadn’t planned any resurrection plans for the Demon King’s Army nor had she instigated Lanci to do these things...
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