Chapter 339: The Slaughter
[Arena.]
Davy’s voice, cut through the tense silence. He gestured grandly toward the glowing geometric patterns carved into the center stage, signaling the beginning of the brutal, shifting alliances of the fourth round.
"All of you, stepped into the center of the Arena, and you will be teleported into your separate battlegrounds... You will pass this round if you can survive for thirty minutes, or kill every single monster inside. You can start." Davy announced.
Carl adjusted his collar, stepping forward. Ethan, exuding the haughty arrogance, walked alongside him, flanked by eight other fiercely loyal Sword Academy students. They stepped onto their designated stage, and with a blinding flash of spatial displacement, they all vanished.
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[Battle Ground.]
Carl and the group appeared in a pristine, white Arena. It was an instanced pocket dimension, completely isolated from the main world’s energy flow. The smooth, unbreakable walls stretched high into the sky. They immediately moved their gazes on the heavy, iron-wrought surrounding cages that lined the perimeter.
CLICK!!
The massive locks disengaged simultaneously.
BOOOOM!!
They all summoned their weapons in a flurry of flashing light and materialized spirit energy, while Carl smoothly summoned his dual Epic-class daggers, the blades glinting with a lethal edge, staring intently as the cages opened wide, the heavy doors falling heavily to the ground.
GRAAAA!