Chapter 341: Silent Terror
[Arena.]
"Seems that round goes smoothly, Okay! Let’s see the next teams." Davy announced, his magically amplified voice echoing across the stadium, though a trace of underlying nervousness was beginning to crack his professional veneer.
Everyone turned to the screen, as Hitachi’s name appeared on it in bold, crimson letters. The crowd murmured. Then, Blade from the Eagle Academy was drafted, followed by four other members from the Sword and Eagle academies each, making a fragile, highly volatile alliance of ten students.
Other teams were rapidly mentioned by the system, and all the drafted teams stepped forward onto the glowing teleportation arrays.
Davy moved his sharp gaze over the tense students, and nodded his Head, signaling the system to initiate the transfer: "Okay!! Please step into the battlefield."
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[First Battlefield.]
Hitachi and his randomized team appeared on the sterile, white stone of the instanced battlefield. The heavy scent of ozone lingered in the air as they immediately moved their gazes onto the reinforced cages standing menacingly before them.
"Um... Young Master Hitachi."
Hitachi slowly turned his head to the side, staring at Blade with a slight frown on his face.
"Please look after us." Blade said with a deep, respectful bow. He had witnessed the apocalyptic scores of the Dragon Academy; his survival instincts as a fighter overrode any foolish academy pride.
"Then all of you should step back." Hitachi said, his tone flat and utterly devoid of emotion.