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Manstein's flames were exaggerated, and the flames directly overshadowed Albert's figure. It stands to reason that the Arena's protection mechanism should be in play at this point, reducing Manstein's magic damage and deciding the winner.

Strangely enough, though, the protection mechanism was not triggered.

"What's going on? Is the protection mechanism malfunctioning again?"

Ciel asked Caesar in a panic.

Caesar shook his head silently:

"It's not that the protection mechanism is faulty, that Manstein knows a lot about the protection mechanism of the academy's training ground. He controlled the damage of his magic to the point where he could deal maximum damage to his opponents without triggering the protection mechanic. ”

"What!"

Feynman exclaimed.

"Does that mean Albert is going to be tortured by that bastard forever?"

Caesar's gaze deepened, but he didn't say anything more.

Several people in the special recruitment class showed anger on their faces, and several boys gritted their teeth and beat their chests.

But no matter how angry they showed in the audience, they could not affect the situation in the stadium.

Manstein still laughed wildly, and from time to time the flames bombarded Albert's body.

Seemingly exaggerated flames scorched Albert, but they were kept within an atmosphere that would not trigger the protection mechanism.

Albert only felt his internal organs burn, and he wanted to resist, but the burning sensation prevented him from even chanting, let alone releasing magic.

This is a complete crushing, and I can't even resist.

Albert was writhing in the flames, in pain. He only felt like he was hovering on the brink of death, and that scorching hell was just one step away.

Why isn't it over yet?

Although he didn't want to admit it, this was indeed his thoughts at the moment.

Manstein still grinned.

He stretched out his right hand, and the flame instantly obeyed the order and turned into a flaming whip.

The whip swung around the flames and whipped Albert's body, leaving deep scars one after another.

If Manstein had tortured Albert by weakening the damage of his magic attacks before, what was being staged in front of everyone's eyes at this moment was clearly a kind of devastation.

Manstein laughed wildly and flicked his flaming whip, beating Albert to pieces.

Even so, the protective measures at the training ground were not turned on.

Feynman had already scolded in the stands, and Hill rolled up his sleeves and glared, looking like he was going to rush up and beat people.

Although the others were not as exaggerated as these two people, the anger on their faces was clearly visible.

Caesar on the side didn't show anything, he still sat there calmly, watching the one-sided game in the ring.

Albert struggled to resist Manstein's attack, but was eventually knocked to the ground.

Caesar's eyes were very deep black, he did not speak, he did not act, but his heart was sinking more and more, as if it was about to sink into the deepest darkness.

If there were familiar people at the scene, they would definitely know that Caesar was really angry.

Back then, Bai Guang was furious and single-handedly leveled the entire army.

What kind of horror will be left behind today?

At this time, the referee on the sidelines finally realized that something was wrong.

Albert was already in a semi-comatose state and had long since lost the ability to resist. His opponent Manstein continued to attack him, and even so, the protection measures did not give warning.

The referee judged that Albert had long since lost the ability to fight, and quickly rushed to the stage to stop Manstein, who still wanted to continue the attack.

Manstein dissipated the flaming whip in his hand with a disillusioned look.

But now that the referee has stopped him, there is no need for him to continue playing. If that would have led to the loss of the qualification to continue the fight for a spot, that was something he didn't want to see.

Still smiling, Manstein didn't say a word, didn't even look at Albert again, turned and walked out of the ring, heading out of the training ground.

"Huh?"

Halfway through, Manstein noticed a man standing in his way.

When he looked up, he saw that the man had white hair and black pupils looking at him without emotion.

"How?"

Manstein asked with a smile, looking at the man who was blocking his path.

Caesar smiled and said casually:

"You hit my friend. ”

Manstein spread his hands:

"I've played and I've not played enough, so you're lucky. ”

As he spoke, he continued to walk past Caesar.

"Oh, I thought it was Manstein, who was defeated by Gilgamesh and took the throne of the Ten Masters. I said why is this name so familiar, it turns out to be the lost dog. ”

Caesar said word for word.

The "lost dog" reached Manstein's ears clearly.

A hint of anger flashed in his eyes, and he stopped at the same time.

"Boy, you're looking for death!"

Manstein didn't look back, but the grim words blurted out unabashedly.

The students who watched the game from the sidelines looked at the two of them, most of them with the mentality of watching the play, looking forward to the two being able to fight on the spot and put on a good show for them.

"If you like to play, I'll play with you. ”

Caesar said casually.

"If you can run into me. I know you, you're Caesar Abraham, and you're the one who got Nicole's stunner. I'm in the top half, you're in the bottom half, and if you want to meet me, you have to be able to go to the final. ”

Listening to Manstein teasing Nicole in that playful tone, Caesar didn't say anything, but the depth in his eyes was dyed a little red again.

I'm going to let you know what real horror is.

Caesar silently made a decision in his heart.

Manstein left, and the two did not fight on the spot in full view.

Sooner or later, they will meet, and at that time, under the watchful eye, it is the right choice to defeat the opponent.

The protective barrier in the ring disappeared, and the academy's medical staff rushed to the stage to inspect Albert's injuries.

Several men lifted Albert onto a stretcher and prepared to take him to the college's medical team.

The students of the special recruitment class immediately followed, and the only thing they had to do now was Albert's injury.

Caesar looked back at the figure with his hands in his pockets and walking farther and farther away, his black pupils seemed to imprint the figure on the blackest black. He turned around, caught up with the group, and escorted Albert to the medical team.

Wait......