Chapter 132: Danger onstage (2/2)
“Terrifying Feast of Angels!”
“Army of the Sea!”
Black angels drilled out from the void one after another, crashing against blue watermen rushing out from the water, killing each other.
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“These two guys unexpectedly mastered such powerful skills!”
“Worthy of genuine celebrity fighters.”
“This is probably not any different from a clash between two genuine elite masters.”
Almost every spectator in the stands was shocked when they witnessed the scene. There weren’t only lights colliding nonstop together, lifting gales and waves. There were even two armies in the field that seemed to melee each other without cease, with incomparable desperation.
Cuswoth’s figure and Joyce’s figure had been entirely engulfed by all sorts of waves and lights.
“Is it over? Who won?”
In fact, it had merely been a short time, but many spectators felt as if it had gone by very slowly. When the tremendous booms slowly vanished, when the field slowly quieted down, many people couldn’t help but exhale.
Blue streams of water flowed down along the field’s downslope. Then, they became primordial energy again and disappeared.
When all the water and light vanished, everyone saw that Cuswoth still appeared more or less the same as when came into the field. He still stood there without a speck of dust on him, a black harp still floating in front of him.
Facing him, Joyce was already propping his hands on his knees, looking as if he were about to collapse from exhaustion.
“I lost.” He still did his best to stand upright. He waved at the stands, then gestured referee Kleis he admitted defeat.
“This was Joyce’s last fight in the national tournament.”
“He’s going to graduate just after this match. He won’t be able to represent Sea God Academy in the tournament after that.”
“Let us thank him for all the spectacular fights he brought to us during these years!”
Some people loudly shouted like that in the stands.
After that, in every corner of the stands, everyone stood up spontaneously and erupted in long, long applause.
“It’s true… You can only obtain genuine respect by fighting bravely, by staying true to the name of a brave warrior!” Tears filled Joyce’s eyes. With great difficulty, he started running, running towards his teammates. Then he hugged them. At this moment, he couldn’t stop himself from turning his head around and look at the stands where Ayrin was.
In his blurred line of sight, he could vaguely see Ayrin cheer excitedly for their performance.
“Charlotte, is Ayrin very familiar with Joyce?” In the stands, Ivan couldn’t help but ask Charlotte sitting beside him.
Ferguillo and several musclemen from Iron Forest Academy also looked at Charlotte with inquisitive eyes.
“I have no idea.” Charlotte was suddenly a little bewildered, her face red. “Why are you asking me? How would I know if he’s familiar with Joyce?”
“That’s right, hehe.” The guys from Iron Forest immediately had a foxy expression.
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“It’s that guy!”
All of a sudden, Ayrin stopped his applause for Sea God Academy.
“It’s team Hellfire’s turn.”
Chris, Sophia, and the others looked that way. They saw team Hellfire already in the preparation area in the field, wearing deep-red uniforms.
That boy with short messy brown hair who once gave Ayrin a strange feeling shockingly stood among them.
“Weird. Looking at him now, I don’t feel anything strange from that guy?” At the same time, team Mountain Kings’ attention was also gathered on that boy.
“Anyway, we’ll know what’s what when the next match begins,” captain Werther said, exhaling softly.
“So that’s one of the three weeds-level teams? How miserable, they met a formidable team like Hornwood right from the start.”
“What’s miserable about that? The reason they’re called weeds is that they’re weeds anyone can pull out. Isn’t it the same no matter what team they meet?”
Quite a few teams were laughing in hushed voices.
In team Hellfire, a slender boy with a pigtail, looking to be the oldest one, faintly lifted his head and looked at the stands where the loudest mocking laughter came from.
“You really have no idea how fearsome Lotton is…” this member of team Hellfire said silently in his mind. His hands were faintly shaking.
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“The match’s about to begin!”
“Team Hornwood against team Hellfire, first fight, Dylan Norton against Lotton!”
Kleis announced the two members participating in the first match between the two teams.
“It’s the younger brother of the Norton brothers. They already sent out a celebrity fighter for the first fight! Are they going straight for a five zero?”
Many spectators in the stands shouted in surprise. Their attention entirely fell on the first member representing team Hornwood, a tall, eerie-cold boy with pale blond hair and slightly squinting eyes.
“He’s the one fighting first? He’s called Lotton?”
What made Ayrin and the others stop breathing was, the first one to walk out for team Hellfire was shockingly that boy with short messy brown hair.