Chapter 221
Chapter 221
Chapter 221
Translator: True Detective
Chapter 221: Lan Qi Took Huperion’s Words Seriously
Frey, Lan Qi, and Huperion walked along the academy’s Knight Department path.
As they walked, the three of them chatted.
“Frey, do you know the rules for the match?”
The jacaranda trees lined both sides of the road in neat clusters, adding a sense of mystery and tranquility to this part of campus, proudly blooming even in winter.
“Pretty much the same as the contract we signed last time—treat it like a battle in the Shadow World. The only difference is this time the public match won’t use an artificial Shadow World, but will be held directly in the Knight Department’s arena as a real fight.”
Frey answered. Earlier, when he had gone with the President to the Knight Department, he had listened to their discussions.
Since there was no longer a venue available for temporary use, the Fighters’ Soul team had agreed with Monast to wait in the arena for the Student Council’s instructors to come.
“So it’s going to be that big, huh?”
Lan Qi remembered the giant arena with pointed arch windows, full of classical charm, able to hold a huge audience, with magic barriers on the stage to protect participants’ lives.
Normally, whenever such a venue was officially opened, it meant a large-scale event was happening, given the costs and publicity.
“Yes. And since the day after tomorrow is Friday, warming up the atmosphere in advance could turn it into quite a festival.”
Frey continued.
After all, Ikerite’s students and residents were well known for loving a spectacle.
Each year, the academy would host occasional large-scale events to satisfy the crowd’s taste for excitement—sometimes even too large. Like last time, when they ended up sending the Alchemy Department’s Dean straight to the hospital.
“By the way, Lan Qi, which side do you think will win?”
Frey asked curiously, for once.
“I’m not sure…”
Lan Qi rested his chin on his hand, thought for a bit, then shook his head.
“Then I’ll wait until you’re sure before I place my bet.”
“……”
Huperion, beside them, was struck speechless.
These two—so transparent, yet so confusing at the same time.
She stopped paying attention to their chatter. Raising her head, she saw the most striking structure of the Knight Department—the arena—already in view.
From a distance, the grand building, made of red brick and white stone, stood proud. Its most eye-catching features were the uniquely designed windows—different sizes but all full of classical charm. Colored crystals embedded in the frames cast dreamlike light inside, warming the otherwise cold stone walls of the coliseum.
The three walked through the broad corridor behind the main gate. Since preparations for the upcoming event were underway—repairs and checks—the venue was temporarily closed to students, and the place seemed unusually quiet.
Soon, as the light at the end of the passage grew brighter, they stepped through an iron gate covered in vines. A fierce gust of wind whipped their clothes.
When they looked up again, the massive battle arena spread out before them. The raised stage in the center was paved with white marble, cut sharp as blades. Surrounding it were tier upon tier of seats, enough to hold thousands of spectators.
However—
What drew their attention wasn’t the arena itself, but the burst of arrogant laughter. On the distant battle platform stood a group of burly young men, their faces marked with faint scratches, though nothing serious.
“What’s this? You’ve gotten weaker? Couldn’t even last a few minutes this time?”
“The so-called ‘Fighting Spirit’ of Ikerite Academy is really pathetic.”
“Do you cowards even have any balls? A bunch of useless trash. Better call out your boss to fight us instead!”
Meanwhile, Ikerite Academy’s fighters lay defeated on the ground, covered in wounds and blood, struggling even to stand.
“You bastards… you’re not even worthy opponents for Big Sis Zirvini…”
The burly deputy leader of the Fighters’ Soul groaned, blood dripping from his lip as he tried to push himself up. But a heavy boot stomped down on his back, making him cough blood and collapse, unable to move again.
“Then bring her out. We’ll make sure she enjoys herself too.”
The leader of the Yaloran Royal Academy fighters leaned down, sneering.
Behind him, his men broke into loud, mocking laughter.
“What’s going on here?”
Lan Qi was the first to step onto the arena, confused, demanding an answer.
The battered fighters on the ground averted their eyes in shame, their lips trembling as if the strength and spirit had been beaten completely out of them.
“These guys couldn’t take a little provocation. They agreed to spar with us—and the result is what you see now.”
The tall man in front, scar at the corner of his eye, clicked his tongue at Lan Qi.
“I see.”
Lan Qi nodded slightly. He remembered this man—Kuse, a sixth-tier fighter from Yaloran’s visiting academic team, strong and also a noble of Yaloran Kingdom.
“Then this friendly sparring has clearly decided the outcome. Please return for the official match the day after tomorrow.”
Lan Qi stated matter-of-factly.
“They haven’t surrendered yet. Better not interfere—if you get hurt, don’t blame us.”
Kuse sneered, cracking his knuckles.
Originally, he’d planned to rough these fighters up a little more, maybe enough to force Zirvini to come out during the official match.
After all, she was still technically part of the Fighters’ Soul and eligible to compete. The rules allowed it—or rather, they had deliberately left her slot open.
But now this kid wanted to spoil his fun? He didn’t mind knocking him down too.
“Kuse, that’s Lan Qi.”
A fighter behind him whispered.
The black-haired, green-eyed noble youth, with the Student Council badge—there could only be one.
Kuse paused, squinting at him.
“Lan Qi? The guy who lost to Adams, then lost to Karen, yet still gets hyped up like he’s something?”
The nearly two-meter-tall fighter smirked disdainfully, looking down at him.
Of the three Student Council members here:
The white-haired guy was strong, wild despite only being fifth-tier.
The silver-haired tall girl was average, not weak but nothing special.
And this black-haired, green-eyed kid? Pathetically weak.
“So the so-called Saintess of Destruction isn’t much either. If you beat her, then I can probably beat her too. If you meddle today, how about you lose to me as well?”
Kuse’s voice was cold, dismissive. He didn’t see Lan Qi as worth taking seriously—if anything, he was tempted to throw a punch just to prove it.