Chapter 70: She will be strong for both (1/2)

It didn't even take five minutes before participant Rubens was sent out of the arena.

He was slightly weaker than Elijah and didn't have any cards up his sleeve strong enough to turn things in his favor.

”I want to keep challenging.” Luiza chose not to leave the arena again.

Many thought it was foolish since being able to rest was better than risking so much and ending up losing.

Not caring what others thought, she pointed to the next one she would challenge.

The boy was of medium build, with black hair and blue eyes, and could be considered handsome, maybe a little better looking than Elijah.

”I accept.” The boy climbed into the arena.

A little more than 20 minutes later, Luiza won, though she seemed to have worked hard to win. Then, when everyone thought she was going to stop challenging, she went ahead and challenged a girl. She was a beautiful girl with brown eyes and brown hair and was 187 cm tall.

The fight between the two was fervent, and only after almost 40 minutes, it ended with Luiza winning again.

”With four wins, will you continue?” the referee asked in a lazy voice.

”No.” Luiza left the arena with a smile.

By the time she came down, a boy came up. He was neither tall nor short, standing at 169 cm, and was very muscular, which was a little disproportionate for his size. He had an unremarkable, unflattering face with dark brown eyes. He pointed to Luiza and said he wanted to challenge her.

Everyone started cursing, calling him shameless.

But, to everyone's surprise, Luiza climbed into the arena, ”Okay, I accept.”

Barbara was enlightened. She paid close attention to Luiza and saw that she had actually recovered her disposition. Her breathing was regular, and despite having sweated a little, it didn't seem much different from a bit of exercise.

'She is strong.' Barbara thought.

The boy who climbed into the arena starts using wind genes, and his veins are visible to the naked eye the moment he makes the wind genes go to hands and feet.

”You still have two chances, you can give up if you want.” The boy laughed politely. But his real feelings were nothing that he let on.

Some felt nauseous. It was too cocky to say that as if he wasn't hateful enough to challenge her right after she'd gone through four matches.

”Oh, hehe. No, no, it would be stupid to do that against someone like you~” Her voice was soft with a bit of laughing, her eyes closed in a perfect arc like a crescent, then her lips formed a beautiful smile while her eyes opened and continued looking at the boy.

”I took this chance, don't blame me later!” The boy was nervous but took a deep breath and calmed down.

”Fight.” The referee's lazy voice echoed.

”...” All.

Suddenly, everything was completely silent.

The boy, who was as fast as the wind, appeared in front of Luiza but took only one punch and flew out of the arena.

”Was that luck?”

”Is what it seems...”

”My good saint, how can she be so lucky?”

The reason they thought it was lucky was that the moment her arm was enveloped by ice, and she positioned herself to fight, the opponent was already in front of her, and by a 'lucky' blow, he was hit in the neck by her elbow at the moment she turned a little.

It was all so fast that it looked like she was just lucky to win.

”Oh, lucky~” Luiza smiled and acted like she was lucky too.

But Amon, who was looking at her, didn't think so.

His eyes were able to see the whole struggle and even analyzed Luiza's facial expression. Luiza wasn't surprised by the boy's speed, and, in fact, she seemed to have expected it, then when she got very close, she seemed to pretend she was going to take up a fighting stance and hit the boy's neck by 'luck'.

Backstage, old Hazael laughed, ”Haha, this girl is interesting.”

”She would be welcome to my university.” said old Malvina.

The others didn't speak, but they had positive opinions about Luiza.

”You now have the right to challenge someone who is sitting in the chair.” Said the referee.

”Mm, I will...” Luiza replied with a smile. ”Challenge whoever is sitting in the eighth chair.”

It wasn't a big surprise for everyone, but at the same time, they believed that this was even more foolish than not resting after having 5 games. Mainly for challenging one who was sitting in the chair, it was unlikely that any of them would be weak.

Carlos da Veiga Sicupira, who was in the eighth chair, wrinkled his nose. He had reached the eighth and still had the ninth and tenth below him, yet he was chosen. He got a little angry at feeling slighted.