Two days later.

Although the weather was not good, and even in the afternoon the sky looked drowsy, the royal capital of Icherite was bustling with activity on Friday, with citizens and tourists alike flocking around the Academy of Ichrita.

Because there is a public event held by the long-lost Ikerita Academy.

Coupled with the vigorous publicity of the Alchemy Academy's Herton newspaper, it attracted many residents of the royal capital to come to the Ichrita Academy to watch the excitement.

Not only were tickets sold out for the Knights' Arena, but even the edge of the Jera Memorial Square, where the broadcast was watching, was full of pedestrians, and there was no place to find a gap in the Grand Arena.

On the open-air giant screen, the scene is being projected.

I saw the camera sweep through a magnificent arena from high in the air, and the building was surrounded by law and order troops to ensure the safety of the citizens of this large-scale rally.

In the huge arena, spectators are pouring in from all sides along the staircase walkway to witness the incredible team fighting match that is about to come.

And the audience that had already taken their seats was in high spirits, and the voices were full of voices, and occasionally there would be a wave of cheers that were higher than the wave, deafening, echoing over the entire arena.

In the rest area on the left side of the venue, the team of the Aloran Royal Academy is ready, their clothes are neat, and the leader professor is the coach, with his hands folded, his eyes closed, and the players are smiling and waving to the audience, their eyes showing sharp determination, which is their absolute certainty of victory.

A giant screen hanging on one side of the arena is playing the profiles of the players of the two teams, and their photos are full of sunshine and hearty smiles, accompanied by passionate and shocking battle songs, making the atmosphere even more enthusiastic.

High up, on the referee's bench sat the three deans of the Academy of Ichrita.

They are the Dean of the Sage Academy, the Dean of the Magic Academy, the Dean of the Magic Academy, and the Dean of the Knights' Academy, Sfantos.

As for the director of the Alchemy Academy, he is still in prison.

"Sfantos sensei, is this game really okay?"

Loren's expression was full of unease.

I thought that I would soon send off all the students of the Aloran Royal Academy, but I didn't expect such a closing event to come near the end.

What's even worse is that I heard that Ranch personally took over as the coach of the Martial Artist Soul team on behalf of the Student Council.

Loren hadn't seen Lanchi for two days, and he was afraid that Lanchi would give him the whole one directly.

"Young man, it's normal to be a little energetic, and if something happens, it's mine anyway."

The old man sitting on the far left looked to be over seventy years old, but his tall figure stood at least about 1.9 meters, he was wearing a black suit, his gray hair was hanging in front of his eyes, and there was a nonchalant smile on his face.

"This time, the tickets and advertising fees are enough, I will take forty percent, and you will each have thirty percent."

Professor Borao, who had no opinion, nodded in satisfaction.

“……”

Loren couldn't say anything more, so he could only hope that Lanch would be a person this time.

Under the stands where the three of them were, the arena was already boiling before the match began, like a volcano about to erupt, and every spectator was looking forward to the arrival of the hour and the detonation of that imminent martial arts competition.

In the front row of the audience near the battle platform.

Two light-haired girls sat next to each other, one expressionless and the other slightly worried.

"Tata, I haven't seen Ranchi in two days, I'm a little scared......"

Huber Ann grabbed Taria's hand beside her and said.

Since Hubertian was an insider of the student council, she easily got a ticket to the seat with the best view.

There are acquaintances nearby.

Everyone is eating melons, and it's not a big deal to watch the excitement.

Even Ranchi's father, Noët, sat in the back and was so happy that he was sitting in the back, with snacks in his hand, leaning back in his chair in anticipation of the show.

Ever since Ranchi had agreed to give the Soul of Fighters team special training, Ranch had troubled Hubertarian and Frey to go back on an errand with the president, and he took the fighters to a place for professional instruction alone.

It stands to reason that the god head has only been transformed by Ranch for one day, and it is still an entertaining and educational mode.

Huberian didn't know what would happen if Lanchi had been singled out for two full days.

"There's nothing to be afraid of."

Talia said in an emotionless voice.

She couldn't understand why Hugh Baianne was so worried.

That Ranch guy can't turn the sky up at all, she can handle it casually.

Talia doesn't like to see the hustle and bustle, and she doesn't like crowded places.

But Hubertian cared about the game, so she came with Hubertion, just in time to see what Lanch was up to.

On the other side of the stands in the distance.

A girl with dark red hair was looking at the bottom of the arena with a complicated and tangled expression.

Now that Zervini's long crimson hair was draped over her shoulders, she wore her hair tied in a high ponytail and dressed like a normal student, and her eyes were no longer so aggressive but calm and gentle, that the students of the Knights' House did not recognize her, and even people often asked who the red-haired lady was in the school.

She had clearly decided not to fight anymore.

But now, for some reason, she clenched her fists again.

The clock pointed to about 2:50.

The official competition will officially start at three o'clock.

The Icherita Academy team still did not appear on the right side of the arena.

"Should you be there soon?"

"If you don't come again, you'll be abandoned, right?"

"Actually, it's really possible to abandon the fight, it is said that the martial artists of the Ikirite Academy have been beaten badly before, but Ixirita has found a great coach here."

"If you abandon the game and don't play directly, then you will have to return the money!"

The sky was like thick ink, enveloping the entire arena, and dark clouds drifted over the arena from time to time, plunging the originally dim field into darkness.

The wind swept across the grounds, kicking up puffs of fallen leaves and dust, as if mocking the fragility of humans.

Finally.

At the entrance of the arena Icherita Fang, six figures gradually appeared, and it was the Soul of Fighters team led by Coach Lanchi.

The appearance of these people alone made the entire arena auditorium quiet down a little, until it fell silent.

In the dark clouds, occasional lightning pierced the darkness and illuminated the entire field, but the light of that moment was like the eyes of a god, looking at the beings below.

The thunder ensued, shocking, a warning from heaven that it was a battle of life.

In the dark, two teams of centaurs stood on either side of the arena.

Their eyes met, and despite the thunderous wind and the dark clouds in the sky flashing with lightning, the confrontation between the two teams was so quiet, like the calm before a storm.

In the audience, people's breathing seemed to have stagnated, and only the cold wind shuttled between them, taking away a trace of temperature.

Some elderly people clenched the scepters in their hands, women pulled their coats tight, and children clutched their parents' hands, and the feeling of oppression was like a huge stone pressing down on everyone's chest, making people breathless.

Even if you look at it from afar, you can feel the invisible black shadows rising like black shadows on the five people behind Lanchi.

Originally hesitating, whether to jump down and prepare to tell the younger brothers - "she will play" Zervini, was stunned for a moment.

She only felt extremely strange-

The creatures, stripped of their feelings and memories, walked past her indifferently, noticing her presence at the edge of the stands.

What's wrong with her most precious friends?

Talia in the stands on the other side of the distance rubbed her eyes.

At first glance, she thought that these were five demons who were not good at disguising humans, and their hands seemed to be covered with murder, and the coldness from the soul was not hidden at all.

The last time she saw a creature with this feeling was the Demon King Army's Special Slaughter Unit.

Compared with the cheerful young people in the promotional materials previously shown on the screen, are these really the same five people?!

As the people on both sides of the center of the stand got closer and closer.

"I didn't expect you to run away, but you really came."

Couse, of the Aloran team, walked at the front, sneering at the Ixerita martial artists who had come to fight.

“……”

In the face of Couse's provocation, the fighters behind Ranch did not respond in the slightest.

Or that there is no sparkle in their eyes, that is the look of the dead.

Ranch didn't talk to Cusse for the time being, but just said a few words to the referee on the side.

After a while, the referee instructed the staff to bring a document and a pen.

Several members of the Soul of Fighters team quickly signed their names on it.

"Let's sign a life and death certificate first."

After checking the martial artists' signatures, Ranch handed the Knights Arena Team Fighting Match: Disclaimer and Risk Awareness to Cousse.

Ask for a commuter pass at the end of the month! Bow down at night!

(End of chapter)