Chapter 301: Pink Flatfish (1/2)

Western Lancaster, the venue of the Twin City Cup semi-finals.

The rules of the final round didn’t change since the last eight, with each battle exceedingly fearsome and thrilling—which took a toll on the contestants even if it was a good thing for the spectating crowd.

Still, taking into consideration that the contestants require time to require stamina and strength, the bishop of the Earth Sect had been asked to combine the previously used arenas into one massive arena after the quarter finals. It extended the duration of each respective match, giving each contestant who wasn’t fighting time to rest.

And what followed the last eight was naturally the last four, which consists of Edward, Mufasa, one monk from the Brilliant White Church and another mage—a believer of Magic Purple and a specialist in morphing.

The semi-final fixture hence pits Mufasa against Edward, and the mage against the monk.

Meanwhile, Corinth, mayor of Lancaster who was watching the match on a temporarily built balcony had a grave look on his face.

There was a problem at the moment.

As mentioned before, the fixtures were actually slightly tampered with.

However, according to the idea in dividing the matchups, the believers of the God of Gamesthat is, the two strongest Players were suppose to fight in the final, and not the semi-final. But when one thought about it, the Players were either facing each other or some outstanding believer of another church in the third round, as if someone was deliberately trying to grind down the Players in spirit and strength (although it wasn’t actually a problem for them since they had honed themselves to farm dungeons overnight).

It could only mean that someone interfered when the Church of Games tried to tamper with their drawing lots, and there was a high chance that it was a turncoat on Corinth’s side. Therefore, despite its prosperous and stable appearance, Lancaster City was nothing other than a little boat caught in the heart of a storm, and was about to flip over in any given moment.

Be that as it may, as the captain of the boat, Corinth must keep himself from showing fear or weakness, or those bloodthirsty sharks beneath the surface would swarm towards the boat and tear it into little pieces…

Corinth became melancholic at the mere thought.

“Grandpa, what’s the matter?” His grandchild Gwendolyn asked softly then, tugging at his sleeve. “Your face looks scary.”

“No, it’s nothing.” Corinth recovered and patted the little girl’s head and smiled mildly, before turning towards the arena again with a frown and mumbling unknowingly. “It’s nothing.”

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Edward certainly wasn’t aware of such messy affairs at the arena below since Angora and old Vanke would handle anything political. Moreover, he was on the arena already—all he had to do was enjoy the fight.

Be that as it may, he still felt a little helpless whenever he looked at Mufasa—who was still wearing his pink flatfish head mask.