Chapter 88 - One Second to End the Battle, the Unlucky Commander of the Royal Guards, David. (1/2)
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
After Mike sat down, the king turned around and shot a glance.
Immediately, a group of maids walked over. Each of them was as beautiful as a flower, and each of them held a plate of fruit and drinks.
Seeing this scene, the players were stunned.
Wasn’t this difference too big?
God Slayer and the king were sitting in the VIP seats. They were eating fruits and drinking beverages, and there were even beautiful women serving them.
What about themselves?
They were squeezed in the crowded audience seats and were surrounded by a bunch of burly men.
The difference was too big!
The players in the audience seats silently turned their heads away, no longer looking at Mike’s situation.
‘As long as I don’t look, I won’t feel hurt.’
‘Sob sob sob…’
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Very quickly, the commander of the Royal Guards, David, walked to the center of the stage and announced,
“The tournament of the City of Light will officially commence!
“The first group of participants will now enter the stage.”
Following that, two white lights appeared on the stage.
After the white lights disappeared, the figures of the two players appeared in everyone’s sight.
When the two players saw each other, they immediately reacted.
It seemed that the other party was their opponent for the first round.
David paused for a moment, allowing some time for the contestants to react. Then, he shouted,
“Let the competition begin!”
Then, he leaped back and jumped below the stage.
The rules of the competition were very simple. If one of them admitted defeat, fell out of the stage, or was killed, then the other side would win.
This was also the reason why the tournament only allowed adventurers to participate.
If an NPC died, they would really die.
However, players could revive.
Moreover, according to the NPCs’ observations, there would not be any losses if adventurers were to die in the arena.
In that case, the audience could watch the most exciting battle.
Neither side would need to be afraid of losing.
They just needed to do their best to win.
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When the two players heard the “let the competition begin” command, they immediately rushed toward each other.
A battle between melee players was that simple.
Due to the large number of participants, only one minute was allowed for the first few rounds.
Only when there was a small number of participants left would the time for each battle be longer.
In order to defeat the opponent in a short period of time, or to reduce the opponent’s HP.
The two did not hold back at all. They immediately handed over their most powerful skills and began to fight.
This kind of exciting battle made the NPCs very excited and thrilled. Everyone cheered loudly, cheering for the side they thought highly of.
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In the special seats, the king looked at the situation on the stage and asked,
“God Slayer, what do you think of the two people below?”
Mike stuffed a grape into his mouth as he casually said,
“They’re just trash. They won’t be able to block a single strike from me.”
The king was silent. He did not say anything.
Very quickly, one minute had passed.
The winner was immediately decided based on the remainder of the two contestant’s HP.
The winner enjoyed the applause. Although the loser did not die, he still left the stage dejectedly.
A few seconds later, the second group of contestants was teleported onto the stage.
Without wasting any more time, the second round quickly began.
The king asked again,
“What about these two?”
“Trash,” Mike replied in the same simple and crude manner.
The king could not help but glance at Mike, and then fell into silence again.
Mike did not say anything.
He felt an incoming hidden mission.