The second participant mentioned still remained a question mark,  Zeion looked around to find out who was referred to.   The number he held showed the digit 15, still too far for him to engage in a duel.   And, it meant that there was someone in the room who had to fulfill their duty as a fighter.   One of them stood up, taking steady steps forward; this man was bald-headed, with a serious expression, constantly staring ahead.   No, it could actually be seen from the beads of sweat that indicated endless anxiety.   "So, that person will be dueling this time..."   In the fighting arena, the audience couldn't wait any longer to witness who would be battling; their cheers were still loud, eagerly awaiting it.   "Alright, now we will enter the second round! This duel will be conducted by two individuals with different backgrounds, one be

This resulted in everyone being surprised; Lazuar boldly admitted his defeat, even bowing down to surrender. The rules in this competition did not strictly forbid participants from surrendering, but most of them had high confidence that giving up was considered a foolish course of action. However, it was the only thing that could save his life. "Whatever others may say, I still have to live! I must not die just like that..." Darma's actions suddenly stopped, signaling the end of the battle. Slowly, his head lifted to confirm this opinion. He instantly received glares of frustration for this decision, and those piercing eyes seemed ready to pounce on him. "Trouble, does he disagree with my surrender here? No, that can't be! The rules in a competition like this should allow all participants to surrender without any conditions..." Mocking ch

What had happened was completely unexpected to the audience. Instead of having a clear winner to cheer for, both participants were unable to continue their fight."Quite interesting, both contestants have unique abilities!" A long-haired man grinned as he gazed at the arena.For a moment, the scene unfolded until the next participant was called.Tap! Tap!Zeion's steps felt somewhat heavy, witnessing Don's struggle in the fight was a saddening moment. Even though he has just met this man, there was a sense of comfort in Zeion, and it would be nice if their acquaintance could develop into a friendship.His mind even presented scenarios of them becoming happy friends and facing life's challenges together."Those eyes of his, he must have a strong determination to have come this far..."With clenched fists and a steadfast heart, he found himself standing in the middle of the battlefield.He could feel the audience's eyes on him, but it was too late to feel embarrassed. He was there to sh

A sense of laziness settled in Zeion's body, even though he didn't actually experience anything. While he had previously been hit by Julius's attack, his body was still fine. It was far lighter than the aftermath of training with Hander. Normally, his body would ache every night from Hander's excessive attacks, but Julius's strikes didn't feel as strong. Reluctantly, he had to accompany the soldiers to the treatment room. Entering a different area, he noticed a room where someone lay, a familiar face, one of the participants in the competition. The injuries looked severe, and this time, someone even died. It was better for Zeion to turn away his gaze to the floor; he felt empathy could be too dangerous for him. Knock! Knock! They stopped in front of the room's door, and the soldier's hand promptly knocked on it. "Come in!" Read more