Don't confiscate my citizenship

"is it necessary?"

Kusai lowered his gaze slightly and looked at the document handed over by Lan Qi.

According to the rules of this official competition, there are indeed some disclaimers and risk statements, but when Student Council President Monast negotiated with them, it was Dean Sfintos who made a fair verbal agreement.

At present, this document only lists the specific content of the rules. Once signed, it will have formal legal effects.

The content of the terms is very simple and clear, there are no traps, it is just simple, it is a matter of life and death.

However, due to the protection of the extremely high-standard ancient field barrier spells in the Knights Academy Arena, no one's life was lost.

"Standardize the competition and the contestants should set an example."

Lan Qi said with a serious tone and fairness.

"Very good, just what I want."

The corners of Kusai's mouth twitched slightly, and he took the document with a vicious smile.

Although the appearance of the group of people on the opposite side has become a bit strange now, the difference in strength is too obvious, and bluffing and psychological tactics alone are not effective.

With this life and death status, he will be able to take action without any scruples later, letting these guys who don't know whether to live or die understand what cruelty is.

After reading that the content was correct, Kusay and other fighters signed the agreement.

Then Kusai glanced at the five people behind Lanqi one by one, as if he couldn't wait to ravage them.

"Then please keep the distance between the two sides first, and after the coach leaves the field, you can spread the barrier and officially start the game."

The referee put away the "Knights Academy Arena Team Fighting Competition Disclaimer-Risk Information Form" that had already collected the names of ten fighters, and then informed him.

"hehe."

Kusai sneered and looked back at Lan Qi before wiping his thumb across his neck. The gesture seemed to be telling Lan Qi that you will be next.

Lan Qi ignored him, held the coach's folder in one hand, and walked off the fighting stage.

He never wastes his words.

Raindrops fell from the dark clouds and were blown by the cold wind to the barrier of the arena.

As the players all took their seats, the audience's chatter gradually became lively, looking forward to the upcoming competition. Some were holding hot drinks in their hands, trying to dispel the cold in their bodies, while others were holding on to their relatives and friends to share their memories. warmth.

"Now the odds between a fighter from Aloran Royal Academy and a fighter from Ikerita Academy are almost 1 to 6.5."

"The previous match that was terminated in the middle was said to be because the strength gap between the two sides was too great. After all, there is a sixth-level player from Kusai, and the strongest one on Ikerita's side is only a fifth-level player."

"Let's see if Coach Ranch can make any difference."

Although the aura of the Icerite Academy side when they entered just now seemed a bit too weird.

But if you think about it carefully, this may also be a style. As a weak side on paper, it makes the game more suspenseful and interesting.

As the hands on the clock point toward the sky, the sound of the ancient bell tower of Icerite Academy begins to ring in this winter afternoon. The deep, rhythmic clang echoes, and the uncontrollable cheers of the audience in the arena are mixed together. .

The last bell rings through the arena, and the game will begin. Victory and defeat, glory and loss will all be decided in the next moment.

In the center of the battle square, ten contestants faced each other from a distance, and the atmosphere was extremely solemn. As long as one party made the slightest move, it would trigger a violent conflict.

In this dim arena with howling wind, the confrontation between the two sides became the only focus, and everyone was waiting for the decisive moment of the war.

"Game start!!"

After the third ring, the referee waved and shouted, and the cheers reached their climax.

Both sides' tactics adopted direct attack!

Ten figures all tentatively approached the front.

Iclita Academy, which was expected to distance themselves first and use tactics to defend and counterattack, turned out to be more like a hungry beast emerging from its cage.

At the same time, they began to use the only magic props that could be used in this competition, which were the magic cards bound to them.

"Wait a minute, isn't this competition a competition between pure fighters?"

There were waves of surprises in the audience.

Generally speaking, fighters who are not good at spells will bring strengthening and immune spell cards in limited card slots in order to maximize their natural strength attributes, fighting skills and flexibility.

However, these guys from Icerite Academy have already put on heavy black armor with equipment cards, and even hold blood-stained giant axes, sickles, and serrated broadswords in their hands. They have terrifying auras and cunning smiles. Like a group of bloodthirsty butchers.

At this moment, the fighters from Aloran Royal Academy who were originally planning to face off against each other stopped in surprise.

Just looking at the eyes of these guys in the distance made other empty-handed fighters feel chilly.

Heavy-armored warriors can resist and fight, but their disadvantage is that they are bulky. Lightly-armored warriors are flexible, have high bursts, and have a brittle body.

This terrain looks like a wilderness, but after being framed by a barrier, it is actually a beast cage. If the heavily armored warriors are more shameless and cast spells such as ground water chestnuts, they can even block the flexibility of the fighters.

According to the rules, there is no prohibition against carrying weapons and equipment cards, but since everyone is a fighter, it stands to reason that they should use weapons such as gloves and arm armor.

But these are not the point.

What's important is that the eyes of those guys at Ikerite almost protruded from their sockets, and were bloodshot, as if they hadn't been closed for several nights. Their pupils were abnormally dilated, looking congested and blazing.

The muscles in his face seemed to be twitching from prolonged tension, his lips were trembling, his breathing was rapid, and every breath he took was accompanied by a weird vibrato.

Wearing heavy armor and approaching, their heads kept shaking, as if they were suppressing the pain and madness in their hearts.

The other party's attire and mental state made everyone in the Aloran Kingdom finally feel the instinctive danger.

Others don't act like it.

They don't look like actors!

"Hehehehe, let's start killing pigs..."

The laughter of the members of Fighter Soul is like the heaviest bass range on a piano, even with a slight metallic sound.

The only thing that could quench their hunger and thirst was the blood and bone marrow of the pigs in front of them.

Loren's eyes widened in the high-altitude stands, and he stood up from the table.

Are these five people really students of Icerita College?

Loren would have doubts if they said they were Resurrectionists.

Resurrectionists are generally not like this!

And on the battle square.

"kill!!!"

"war!!!"

The fighters' bodies leaned forward, as if being pulled by the knives in their hands, and they charged at an amazingly fast speed!