Edgar was standing on a roadside. His blue hair and windbreaker were swaying while he was looking at the sea.
A speeding boat was pulling a man who was riding a surfboard. There were n playing a ball while riding a wave they cast.
A couple was walking near Edgar when a sudden, strong blow of wind appeared. The girl's skirt went up, causing her to scream. Her partner had a look of anger while looking at the laughing n. An aura covered his body, then he gripped his fists.
The leader of the n chuckled. He touched his nose with his hand, which had a tattoo of the Poison Guild.
The girl's face looked worried when she saw the tattoo. She held the arm of her partner and pulled her away. The man gritted his teeth and moved away with the girl. The guild mbers laughed.
Edgar smiled when he saw it. He was thinking if they can still keep their arrogance later. He looked at the large arena, where there was a loud cheer. A huge TV screen was showing a comrcial of an annual event in the city. The event was called the Monark Tournant. He was in Puerto Pincesa City, where the headquarters of the Poison Guild were located.
"I hope many hyperbeings with unique powers will participate," thought Edgar. He walked toward the arena with a smile.
In the mansion of Poison Lord, Vistal was talking to a man who was sitting on a chair that only Poison Lord was allowed to use.
"Sir, thank you for supervising the event in place of our boss," said Vistal.
"Hahahaha, I never had ti to watch it in person before, and the event is a lot more interesting this ti, so it was not difficult for to agree," said the man nad Rancel, the new branch leader of Death Guild.
He chuckled and said,"Why did he do it? It isn't a smart move touching the nerves of the governnt now. He will definitely suffer losses."
"He is aware of it, sir. He can bear the losses, but he can't bear his anger. He wants to send the governnt a ssage and wants the country to lose so face," said Vistal with a smile.
In the headquarters of PHA, Owen was looking at the banner of the Monark Tournant on a floating screen.
"They are allowing all kinds of weapons. The top reward is a whole island. Participants have to sign a death waiver. If this kind of deadly competition is shown publicly, how will the world look at our country?" said Owen with anger.
"Sir, the change in competition was done recently, and Poison Guild invited participants from powerful guilds around the world. Those guild will not look at our face. The reward is probably not important to them. They don't lack money, and they just want to fight hyperbeings from around the world. The other participants did not know the changes in the tournant, but Poison Guild chose participants that will likely choose to continue their participation. They arrange everything, sir, to carry out the event, and we are too late to stop it," said a female officer.
"Where is the scum?" asked Owen.
"Poison Lord is in a foreign country. He went inside a tier 3 Poison World. The man supervising the event is nad Rancel. He replaced Karlas as the branch leader of Death Guild. If we want to stop the event without offending the powerful guilds, we need to use a soft thod, but the tournant might already be finished before we succeed. We can't stop the tournant now, but similar deadly rules will not happen in the future," said the officer.
Owen's face had a frown, then his face turned fierce while he was making an order.
"Ban the tournant in all channels. Aren't there underground markets secretly controlled by the Poison Guild? Raid them! Find evidence that will put mbers of the guild to jail. If there is none, then plant them! How dare that scum do this when his influence on the governnt is near a freezing point!"
In the evening, a raid happened on underground markets that had links to the Poison Guild. Vistal tried many ways to cut the guild's link, but the governnt was determined to pin an illegal case on them, so evidence was produced and found on site. The cris involving mbers of the guild were reopened and investigated. Rancel laughed when he heard the news. Vistal shook his head and smiled helplessly.
In the morning, the arena's seats were completely occupied. There was a huge circular stage at the center and six towers around it for the magic shield. Drones with caras were flying around the stage.
"Are you all ready?!!" asked the host loudly to the audience.
"YEAAAH!"
"Then let's not wait any longer and start the tournant! The first part is the royal rumble! One man will remain on stage, and those powerful winners of the rumble will compete to beco the king of an island! Any participants that went down the stage will be eliminated! A hyperbeing on stage can still participate as long as he does not surrender or die! Now, let the fight begin!"
"YEAAAH!"
A magic shield appeared around the stage where many hyperbeings were standing. Edgar smiled while he was looking at the hyperbeings. He was surrounded at the center while they looked at him with fierce eyes.
"Oooh! Iceman is in trouble. He seems to be the highest threat on the stage, and the participants have joined forces to eliminate him! What will Iceman do?!" shouted the host. Edgar had blue hair and was wearing a mask. He was in disguise, and he used it as an identity to join the tournant.
A man chuckled while he was looking at Edgar. He cast magic, then a fire sword appeared on his hand.
"Boy, move down from the stage if you don't want to get cut and burned. Don't waste your ti here, or else I will break that mask and reveal the face you are hiding hahahaha!"
The others also laughed.
"Boy! Don't waste everyone's mana and aura! Move down!"
"Move down before you lose a limb!"
The others kept shouting, but Edgar only chuckled. A huge circle appeared on the floor.
WATER WAVE
A big wave of water appeared and rapidly moved in all directions.
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