Chapter 322: The Second Round [5]

Chapter 322: The Second Round [5]



Tensions ran high as the contestants began to gather at the Plaza. Four distinct groups formed, each one representing the remaining members of the four Empires.

Verdant Empire Quarter.

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Amell silently stared at the Nurs Ancifa's group.

The moment he caught sight of a certain figure, his entire body shook slightly.

'How come I've never noticed him before?'

It was hard to not notice him. With his appearance, coupled with the attention he was receiving, it was obvious to Amell that he was someone with a reasonably high status. Perhaps he wasn't a noble, but he was at least respected.

Amell clenched his teeth.

.....Could it really be him?'

The more he looked at Leon, the more he noticed the resemblances to his father. It might have been his imagination, but the thought lingered, refusing to leave his mind.

It got to the point where it started to eat at his mind.

"Amell?"

It was only when someone from his group called for him that he snapped out of it. "Yes...?"

He glanced down to see a young man with green eyes and black hair, standing a head shorter than Amell.

He wore the standard Verdant Empire uniform: a green blazer adorned with golden embroidery and the Empire's insignia-The ancient turtle of Barilon.

With Agatha eliminated, this young man was now the second most powerful person in the group.

Charles looked at Amell.

He had been acting rather weird ever since he had come to the Plaza.

While he was usually indifferent to everything around him, he still took the lead when the time came. But right now...? He was out of it.

His attention had been fixed toward the other groups, never paying any attention to them. "Why did you call me?"

Hearing Amell's sharp words, Charles pursed his lips before pointing behind him.

"Our situation isn't good."

He spoke honestly,

"Of all the other groups, we've lost the second in command and while we used to have the most people, we now have the least amount."

Charles shifted his attention toward the other groups, his gaze locking onto the members of the Nurs Ancifa Empire and the Aurora Empire. He was shocked to see how many people they had.

"...The Nurs Ancifa and Aurora Empires both have the most remaining participants. And not by a small margin. It's a little embarrassing."

"What does that matter?"

Amell asked while frowning.

"So long as I reach the top spot, this will be a trivial matter."

"That..."

Charles wasn't sure how to put it into words, but it all boiled down to the fact that this event was being streamed across all four Empires. Even if they managed to secure a victory with Amell winning, it would only prove that they had the best talent. Beyond that, though...?

What were they? A one-man team?

It wasn't a good look for them.

Especially since an Empire wasn't run by a single person but by many. This was beyond embarrassing.

"Don't worry."

Not noticing his worries, and perhaps not caring for them, Amell patted him on the shoulder.

"It's true that we've lost Agatha, and we've got the least number of participants."

His attention shifted back toward a certain individual. He stood with a stoic face, looking around and not speaking much.

"....But it's not like we lack talents."

***

<We would like to welcome everyone back to the Second Round of the fights>

The broadcast began with Karl and Johanna seated side by side, staring at the recording device aimed at them. As they introduced the next round, clips of the previous fights began to replay on the screen, allowing everyone to relive the action.

Karl began the broadcast,

<It's been a rather exciting first round with a lot of twists and turns that we didn't expect>

By the 'twist', he was referring to the last fight.

The one involving Kiera and Agatha. Following their fights, a lot of interest fell on Kiera as many started to inquire about her.

Coupled with the fact that she was a beauty, she also started to gain a certain following.

<...There's a lot of dark horses in this competition, and who knows, the winner might not necessarily be as set as people think>

Karl teased the audience as he pressed down on the table.

<After much thought and deliberation, we've updated the power ranking for the remaining competitors, based on their previous performances and the information we have available. These rankings reflect who we believe has the strongest chance of winning the competition> A table with a list of names appeared for all to see.

===[Power Ranking]===

This was the first time I had seen her do this, and was taken aback somewhat. I instinctively

looked downward where two hands emerged, trying to grip my ankles.

'Not this again.'

The sight of the hands made my body shudder as I was reminded of a scene from the past.

Without hesitation, I kicked off the ground and leaped into the air to avoid her attack. However, as if she anticipated my move, her body shot up rapidly from the ground in an attempt to grab me. Since I was airborne and unable to stop, I couldn't activate Step of Suppression. Nonetheless, I brought my hand down with decisive force.

In a matter of a second, my entire hand turned purple as I pressed down to grab her face.

Her eyes widened at the sight of my hand, but it was too late. Unable to adjust her attack in time, she clenched her teeth and pressed forward. Steam began to rise from her hands and mouth as ice started to form around her hand.

The temperature dropped significantly, and my heart squeezed for a brief moment.

In that brief instant, just as our hands were about to connect, I extended my left hand,

sending a thread shooting toward the ground at an angle. Using the little force provided, I twisted my body mid-air.

Before she could react, my hand pressed against the back of her head.

Gripping her face tightly with one hand, I flicked my head to look around me before pressing

my finger from my other hand against her temple.

A voice fell shortly after that.

"Match over! The winner is..."

Thump!

The both of us landed on the ground.

"Julien Evenus of the Nurs Ancifa Empire."

"Hoo."

Following the announcement, I let go of my opponent's head and stood up. I had been a little

nervous at first considering how hard my first two matches had been. However, things went a lot smoother than I had anticipated.

"This is the first time a fight went so smoothly for me. Didn't have to almost die for once.'

In the previous matches, I found myself struggling quite a lot, sustaining quite a lot of

injuries at the same time.

This match felt like a breath of fresh air.

As the cube materialized in front of me, I clenched it tightly and reappeared beneath the platforms. Being one of the first to arrive, I looked around and my gaze immediately fixed on

the Statue of Liberty. Despite its worn appearance, my heart raced at the sight of it towering

above me.

There was something about the statue that made me feel oppressed as if it were challenging

my sanity.

Was this really a game world...?

Or a remnant of what earth used to be?

The thought weighed heavily on my mind, and as I pursed my lips and looked away, another

figure appeared beside me.

"You're done?"

Leon looked at me up and down before showing a surprised look.

"...And you're uninjured?"

"What's surprising about that?"

I frowned.

It felt as though he expected me to be injured.

"I got an easier match-up."

"Oh, I guess that's possible."

Leon scratched the back of his head before taking out the tablet that displayed the broadcast

and passed it on to me.

"Wanna have a look?"

"Sure."

There was nothing else to do and I wanted to see how the other matches played out.

We had just turned on the stream when I felt my expression pause. Leon's reaction was the

same as he watched the ongoing match.

On either end stood two figures we knew all too well: one with red hair and the other with

purple. As their hair fluttered slightly, the two began to move.

That's when I turned to look at the side of the tablet; Platform [3] - Aoife Megrail versus Evelyn Verlice