Chapter 135: Vying for the fighting sequence (1/2)

Chapter 135: Vying for the fighting sequence

Every corner of messy Breith Trading Company had been cleaned. A dozen printing greatmasters hurried with the manufacture of picture prints. But just then, one of Breith employees suddenly rushed inside like a madman, and out loud, “Stop, Stop!”

“What’s the matter?”

“Something huge happened! A guy from team Hellfire called Lotton killed Dylan Norton! Team Hellfire eliminated team Hornwood! Hurry up! We have to redo the magazine’s cover!”

“What, Hornwood’s Double Stars were… directly killed in the tournament?”

In this printing workshop inside Breith Trading Company, every craftsman looked aghast.

“Where on earth did this Lotton come from?”

“What the hell is his bloodline? Why is he so strong?”

There were originally four matches planned the first day of the tournament. But Lotton killed Dylan, and almost killed the Hornwood Academy’s second fighter as well. The match ended with the other three contestants from team Hornwood all forfeiting. As a result, the other two matches in group one, upper half, were entirely neglected.

Because, no matter who won the other two matches and how they won it, there would be very little difference in the victorious team’s strength compared to Hornwood Academy.

If they were to meet team Hellfire, would Lotton kill one of them again? This was the question everyone started to ponder.

A totally overwhelming victory. Even a star contestant like Dylan couldn’t resist in the slightest. Lotton’s strength already belonged to the level of a genuine monster.

That was why, if nothing out of expectations happened in this group, the final showdown in this group should be Dragon Breath Academy against team Hellfire. A team with four members with dragon bloodline and one high-level elven bloodline, against a monster like Lotton. Who would obtain the final victory, what kind of battles would break out? Would there be other casualties?

Every member in team Dragon Breath was a star contestant with many supporters. They were worried unexpected mishaps would happen to their respective favorite fighter. So after the first day of the tournament ended, many protests popped up inside Eichemalar, crying out about canceling Lotton’s qualification to fight in the tournament.

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“Where on earth does Lotton come from? He clearly has formidable taboo skills even the referees weren’t in time to stop, why didn’t he warn of it in advance! Even though it’s the first time your Hellfire Academy participates in the national tournament, you should have heard about this rule when you joined the qualification stage. You should have known you have to report in advance when you have arcane skills powerful enough that even referee won’t be able to stop in time, so that they can use special precautions to handle it!”

“Also, he’s clearly different from ordinary arcane masters. He himself is an extremely dangerous character!”

In the Arena of Fire and Blood, not long after the other two matches in group one upper half ended, all the referees and members of the organization committee were already gathered in the main referee’s lobby. Kleis’ angry voice was close to roaring thunder.

In a match he was in charge of, he had been too slow to stop a death in the tournament that brought forth the future elite masters of the kingdom. As a referee, this was a huge disgrace.

Two arcane masters, obviously teachers in charge of Hellfire Academy, both looked extremely pale, hair dripping with sweat, as though two hats were glued on top of their heads.

“We…” One of the two, a middle-aged arcane master, said with great difficulty, “Before this match, we didn’t really know he was already this strong either… In the qualification stage, he didn’t use such powerful killing skills. His teammates merely felt that his character was strange and somewhat scary.”

“Even your academy wasn’t aware of his hidden power?” Kleis roared again in anger.

“He comes from a small House called Qhored. He’d already mastered quite a few arcane skills by the time he joined our academy.” This middle-aged arcane master from Hellfire Academy wiped his sweat and continued his explanation: “He learned most of his arcane skills from his clan, he didn’t learn them in our academy.”

“Look at these records.”

All of a sudden, an arcane master consulting the tournament’s records put up a document for everyone meeting participant to see.

“There’s no record about him causing deadly injuries to someone else in the qualification stage. However, every single time he fought, the situation became more and more severe. Especially the last two fights, his opponents were injured even more heavily.”

“In Doraster’s history, there’s no lack of insane arcane masters who enjoy fighting more and more, who enjoy more and more the grieved howls on their opponents, who even enjoy causing heavy wounds or killing their opponents. Almost all those arcane masters have some psychological issues,” an arcane master said with a deep tone. “I propose we handle it by reporting him as a special case who requires a careful investigation. And we also absolutely have to let some arcane masters get involved and give him some psychological guidance.”

“I agree!”

“As to the tournament… let’s establish a special operation team. From the very start, this tournament was established on the premise of genuine fights. We simply can’t retract his qualifications just because he acts with a heavy hand. To begin with, danger is the greatest trial for a brave warrior.”

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Team Holy Dawn and team Agate Lake walked on the way back to their lodgings.

“Strange.” Moss mumbled, secretly turning his head around.

“What’s strange?” Ayrin looked at him with a confused glance.

Moss whispered, “Why does it feel like everyone around is looking at us strange?”

Chris: “Because we’re also a weeds-level team. They must be wondering whether there’ll be another monster like Lotton appearing suddenly in our midst.”

“Isn’t that me!” Stingham said. He immediately tossed his hair with extreme narcissism.

Belo pushed his glasses and harrumphed coldly. “There’s no cure for stupidity.”

“Sorry, you must be team Holy Dawn?”

All of a sudden, two persons crowded in front of them.