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Arc 2, Chapter 92 — Excuse , But Are You Sure?

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The air was thick with tension, with a dangerous sense of foreboding hanging over their heads.

Levon’s eyes jerked in amazent.

These old Bloodren 10s arrived with the kind of swagger and aura he had seen in people willing to do anything to succeed.

Who can bla them? Do you dare to bla them?

After taking ti off due to punishnts, many were crazy for progress. Then there were those who failed Last year’s Phase 1 competitions.

Heh.

They had tested all sorts of setbacks that only made their determination grow abundantly.

So yes... you best believe they were here to WIN!

"Wastes!" These old 10s muttered disdainfully, giving intimidating eyes towards Levon and his group of Newbies around them.

The most noticeable old 10 among them was a youth with a baseball bat, a rugged ponytail, and silver piercings on his lips and eyebrows.

Apparently, his na was Batista. That was what several people called him while they made their presence known.

Batista—Batista, the Iron Giant.

’Cool Nickna.’ Levon scrutinized Batista even further.

Batista was quite tall for his age, like a basketball player. His form was also slim but burly, with broad shoulders that made him look extrely masculine.

With the baseball bat over his shoulders, he looked like a thug about to smash this place down--especially with his teeth surprisingly looking like that of razors.

Drawing his eyes away from Batista, Levon also noticed quite a few other dangerous characters, as did Florianna, and several others.

Yes... These were the rare tis when Florianna was awake.

With everyone gathered, Phix—the overseer of the Bloodren 10 competitions—made his way to the front with several others.

"The tournant," Phix began, "will begin in approximately 8 minutes."

8 minutes...

Many nodded but soon froze after repeating Phix’s words.

WHAT? 8 MINUTES?

So soon? Didn’t they just get here?

Clearly the announcent was t with a ripple of unease. 8 minutes felt like a cruel joke.

It can be said that after seeing the intimidating appearances of the other older Bloodren 10s, several people felt a rip in their hearts, wanting more ti to train or improve themselves before going on stage.

"As per our usual fashion, those assessed to be the weakest, will begin their battles."

Phix smiled when seeing their confused expressions. Yet his smile didn’t reach his eyes. "Only those deed strong in all rights are permitted to close all tournant battles."

"I believe most of you are not so daft that you can’t understand my aning." Phix’s voice was calm and unhurried, yet it oozed with condescension. "In simpler terms, those with weaker shards will begin, since you are not worth much to look at."

It was 7:52 AM.

Do you expect the arena to be full of onlookers? Please!

They’ll only co when the last 20 or so matches are left.

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’Not much to look at? That’s it?’

Several people felt veins pop on their foreheads, feeling their obvious disdain from Phix and everyone else. It’s not fair!

So what if they have weaker shard abilities?

Even though they were a little nervous about who they would be up against, they still felt their pride slashed in half by Phix’s words.

Who doesn’t want to be rembered?

It was like they were coming out like an opening act, one that the audience couldn’t give 2 shits about.

No wonder they could count the number of people they saw while flying here. Even after arrival, they swore they only saw 1 or 2 people strolling in.

When they last ca here with Winhest, the place was sowhat full, with hundreds and thousands of people flooding in. But now, when seeing just 2 people upon arrival, it made their hearts feel sour.

So just because they have weaker shard abilities, these people dared to treat them like this?

BASTARDS!

Many people paled montarily, but soon had their eyes glistened dangerously.

’I swear I’ll make you all rember and regret it!’

Those were the thoughts of many.

At the sa ti, so felt that no matter what, they can’t be worse than Levon.

That’s right, this guy must be the very first opening act of the day.

Pfft, how embarrassing.

"All right," Phix began, gesturing to another staff mber beside him. "Now, you’ll listen to the order of each match."

The staff was a girl with 2 giant afro puffs, dressed in a similar manner as Phix.

While the cloth dangling on Phix’s nose was thick and white... hers, as well as that of the other staff, were a more transparent and see-through white instead.

"Please listen to the battle Order. The battles will comnce in reverse, from the last one beginning first, and the first ending last."

"Please note that if you miss it, I shan’t repeat myself."

Good to know.

Everyone stood in absolute silence, listening and daring not to interrupt for a second.

"Battle 112..."

The first one was read out, and Levon frowned. It wasn’t him.

"Battle 84...."

"Battle 69..."

"Battle 41..."

"Battle 20!"

Now, they entered the territory of the most Powerful.

Battle 19..."

"Battle 11!: Natalia vs Gorgendoyle!"

Natalia, with her peacock Haori, chuckled softly. Gorgendoyle was soone from Hendrix’s team.

"Battle 10: Shugo vs Redclar!"

Who the heck is Redclar? Must be an older Bloodren from the previous years.

"Battle 9..."

"Battle 8: Rolo vs Lilian! "

Rolo was unfazed, looking at the girl called Lilian. She was one of Artilla’s roommates, the one who secretly hated Artilla to the core.

"Battle 7: Rita vs Rayna!"

Her? Rayna and Pickler stared at each other briefly.

"Battle 6: Leo vs Yimu!

"Battle 5: Viren Vs Potchmay!"

Viren, with his pink and green punk-haircut, was now blowing gum playfully. Ptchmay was yet another person they didn’t know of. Again, must be soone from the older bloodren group.

"Battle 4: Batista vs Bloomingdale!"

Batista the giant sneered arrogantly at his longti rival. He actually had a powerful Shard ability. It’s just that last year, he went up against soone who has been a Bloodren 10 for 2 years. That person was very prepared, tricking him into failure.

But this year, not anymore.

This year, he was bound to advance to the next phase.

Again, Batista frowned, feeling that sothing wasn’t right, ’Why was he only at Battle 4?

With his shard’s potential, shouldn’t he be the main star of the show?

He too wanted his na rembered. He ant, his FULL NA!

"Battle 3: Floriana Micosumi VS Payne Ignier!"

What? They heard it.

Everyone subtly heard a big change. Now, they were calling the Last nas of those fighting—This was respect.

"Battle 2: Artilla Ferra Vs Hendrix Von L."

"And finally," the girl reading paused.

"Battle Number 1...Victorio Louche Vs Levon BELMONT."

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(Silence)

The look of shock on the faces of the newbies was too evident.

That trash? Fighting in the Number battle?

Excuse them, but are you sure?

Many opened their mouths wishing to protest, but were given no chance to speak.

"That will be all." The girl carefully folded the list. "The first match begins in 2 minutes. Fighters, please exit through the door behind . If you are more than 3 minutes late, you will be officially disqualified for Phase 1."

[Everyone]:...

The old ones who experienced the cruelty of this place, knew just how strict the Tournant rules were.

What these staff mbers didn’t say was that after disqualification, they’ll also get punishnt ti added. Every 2 minutes late equals 6 months of punishnt.

So people from last year didn’t qualify to join today’s Phase 1 competitions just because they still have 7 months of punishnt left.

So sorry... but they can only appear a year after to join the Phase 1 competitions.

Several people clashed their fists, swearing never to make such mistakes again.

The eyes they used to look at these newbie Bloodren 10s, was that of a hungry wolf stalking its prey.

They were here to stay, and won’t back down without a fight!

"Today," The staff continued, "only the first 23 matches will be held. The sequence will report itself until we’re down till the 5th day."

Everyone nodded, understanding their reasoning.

23 matches spread across 5 days... On the first 4 days, 23 matches each. And on the 5th day, 20 matches.

There are 4 sets of 15 minute-periods in an hour.

Each match is 15 minutes. So in an hour, 4 matches can be held.

Now, 23 divided by 4 gives 5.75 hours.

The total match ti is 5.75 hours.

The ti now was 7:58 AM.

Seeing that the first match starts at 8 am, if they just fought with no breaks or stops, by 2 PM, all 23 matches should be over.

However, Phix said the whole thing ends by 5 PM on the dot.

This ans they’ve added 3 more hours into consideration.

Afterall, even when watching the competition between the Bloodren 9s, there were still tis when the fighters were not on the field. One must make extra ti for all unforeseen circumstances.

... Like so, the Bloodren 10 competitions officially began!

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