"Is it necessary?"

Cousee lowered his gaze slightly, looking at the papers that Lanch handed over.

According to the rules of this official competition, there are some disclaimers and risk statements that are covered, but when the Student Council President Monast negotiates with them, it is in the form of a fair verbal agreement between Dean Sfintos.

At present, this document only specifies the content of the rules, and once signed, it will have formal legal effect.

The content of the clause is very simple and clear, there is no pitfall, it is simple, it is not only superior, but also life and death.

It's just that with the protection of the ancient field enchantment technique with extremely high specifications in the Knight's Court Arena, human lives are still not lost.

"Regulate the competition, and the contestants should set an example."

Lanch said in a serious and fair tone.

"Good, that's exactly what I want."

The corners of Kusse's mouth twitched slightly, and he took the file with a vicious smile.

Although the appearance of the group on the other side has become a little strange now, the difference in strength is too obvious to be useful by bluffing and psychological tactics alone.

With this life and death situation, he will be able to act without scruples after a while, so that this group of guys who don't know whether they are alive or dead can understand what cruelty is.

After reading through the contents, Cousse and the other martial artists signed the agreement.

Then Couse's eyes swept over the five men behind Lanchi, as if he couldn't wait to ravage them.

"Then please distance the two sides first, and after the coach leaves, you can start the enchantment and officially start the game."

The referee put away the "Knights Arena Team Fighting Tournament Disclaimer - Risk Awareness Letter" that had collected the names of ten martial artists, and then informed.

"Huh."

Cousey sneered and looked back at Lanchi, brushing his thumb around his neck, gesturing as if to tell Lanchi that you would be next.

Ranch ignored him, took the coach's folder board in one hand, and stepped off the stage.

He never wasted his tongue.

Raindrops fell from the dark clouds, blown by the cold wind above the barrier of the arena.

As the players were all in place, the conversation of the audience gradually became lively, looking forward to the upcoming game, some holding hot drinks in their hands, trying to dispel the cold of their bodies, and some holding their relatives and friends tightly to share each other's warmth.

"Now the odds of a martial artist from the Auroran Royal Academy against a martial artist from the Ichrita Academy are almost 1 to 6.5."

"The previous game that was terminated halfway through the game is said to be that the difference in strength between the two sides is too great, after all, there is the sixth order of Kuse, and the strongest on Ixirite's side is only the fifth order."

"Let's see if Coach Ranch can make a difference."

Although the momentum of the Icherita Academy's side when they entered just now seemed a little too weird.

But if you think about it, this may also be a style, as the weak side on paper makes the game more suspenseful and more interesting.

As the hands of the clock pointed towards the sky, the sound of the ancient bell tower of the Ectrita Academy began to ring on this winter afternoon, and the deep, rhythmic clanging echoed with the uncontrollable cheers of the spectators in the arena.

When the final bell rings in the arena, the game will begin, and victory or defeat, glory and loss will be decided in the next moment.

In the center of the battle square, the ten players are far away from each other, and the atmosphere is extremely solemn, as long as one side makes the slightest move, it will cause a stormy conflict.

In this darkened arena where the wind is roaring, the confrontation between the two sides becomes the only focus, and everyone waits for the decisive moment of battle.

"Game - Go!!"

After the third sound, the referee waved and shouted, and the cheers reached a climax.

The tactics of both sides were direct attacks!

All ten figures approached tentatively in front of them.

The Icherita Academy, which had expected to be able to pull away first and use tactics to defend and counterattack, turned out to be more like a hungry beast out of the cage.

At the same time, they began to use the only magic items they could use in the competition, which was the magic cards they were bound to.

"Wait, isn't this a competition between pure martial artists?"

There were bursts of surprise from the audience.

Generally speaking, fighters who are not good at spells will bring enhanced and immune spell cards in a limited number of slots, in pursuit of maximizing their innate strength, fighting skills, and flexibility.

However, the fellows of the Ikerita Academy had already put on the pitch-black heavy armor with their equipment cards, and even held bloodstained giant axes, sickles, and serrated broadswords in their hands, and the terrifying aura and smirk on their bodies were like those of a group of bloodthirsty butchers.

At this moment, the martial artists who had planned to go head-to-head with the Auroran Royal Academy stopped their pace in some astonishment.

Just looking at the eyes of these guys in the distance made the other empty-handed martial artists feel chills.

Heavy fighters can resist fighting, but the disadvantage is that they are bulky, while light fighters are flexible and have high bursts, and their bodies are brittle.

This terrain looks like a wilderness, and after being framed by an enchantment, it is actually a beast cage, and if the heavy warriors are a little more shameless and scatter spells such as earth ling, they can even block the flexibility of the fighters.

In terms of rules, there is no prohibition on carrying weapons and equipment cards, but since everyone is a martial artist, it is natural that weapons such as fist gloves and gauntlets should be used.

But that's not the point.

The important thing is that the Ixerita guys, their eyes almost protruding from their sockets, bloodshot, as if they hadn't closed in months, their pupils dilated unusually bloodshot and blazing.

The muscles on his face seemed to twitch from the prolonged tension, his lips trembled, his breath was rapid, and every breath was accompanied by an eerie trill.

Approaching in heavy armor, their heads shook incessantly, as if they were pressing the pain and madness in their hearts.

The other party's dress and mental state made everyone in the Kingdom of Aloran finally feel the danger from instinct.

Others don't act like it.

They don't look like acting!

"Hehehehehe, start killing pigs......"

The laughter of the members of Soul of the Fighters is like the heaviest bass on a piano, even with a hint of metal.

The only thing that could quench their hunger and thirst was the blood and bone marrow of the pigs in front of them.

Loren's eyes widened in the stands and he stood up as he struggled with the table.

Are these five really students at Eceryte Academy?

Saying that they are resurrectionists, Loren has to be suspicious twice.

Resurrection cultists aren't like that in general!

And on the battle square.

"Kill !!"

"Battle !!"

The fighters' bodies leaned forward, as if they were being pulled by the knives in their hands, and they charged with incredible speed!

(End of chapter)