Chapter 225
Chapter 225
Chapter 225
Translator: True Detective
Chapter 225: Talia Is Forced to Recall the Demon Clan’s Glory
Lightning rolled in the dark clouds, a white streak cutting across the heavens, illuminating the faces of everyone on the square.
“Scared of what? Did you forget what their actual strength is?!”
Kuse roared at his wary companions.
It had only been two days. Raw strength couldn’t possibly be bridged by “momentum” alone.
No matter how strange the other side looked, just like the two times they crushed them a few days ago—meeting head-on was enough.
At his words, the fighters of Yaloran Royal Academy quickly rallied, exchanging firm gazes with one another.
The stronger and weaker were obvious at a glanced!
At that moment, thunder exploded, deafening, like the wrath of the sky itself released straight into people’s hearts.
The roar of thunder blended with the clash of steel, the shouts of fighters, and the cries of the arena.
The battle erupted suddenly!
One member of the Demon King’s Special Slaughter Unit charged at the nearest fighter, heavy sword raised, chopping straight toward his neck.
“!!”
That fighter reacted quickly, rolling his body into a side-flip, cold sweat running as he narrowly dodged the killing blow.
He immediately counterattacked, fist surging forward with a blast of air.
But the enemy’s heavy armor absorbed most of the impact.
However—
Something was off.
Even though the blow landed, the man didn’t flinch—he just stared at him sideways, as if he couldn’t feel pain at all.
Under the pitch-black armor, that body looked even more massive. Below those crimson eyes, his lips curled into a grin as he once again lifted his great sword, aiming to split him in half.
Sensing danger, the Yaloran fighter flipped back to widen the gap.
“Click. Consider yourself lucky.”
The Ikerite fighter hefted his sword and sneered.
The other clashes were similar: the five from Ikerite didn’t react to wounds or pain, every strike aimed directly at vital points—beheading, severing waists, smashing skulls to pulp.
The Yaloran fighters grew hesitant to engage head-on, pulling back to kite and counter.
“You cowards! What’s there to fear?!”
Only the sixth-rank Kuse showed no fear, charging in first, even cursing his comrades for backing down—he carried himself like he could take on all five alone.
The others, mindful of their overall advantage in raw power, bit their teeth, forced down their unease, and rushed back in.
With reinforced bones and regeneration, even direct hits from heavy weapons wouldn’t kill them—they told themselves the enemy only looked scary!
But every swing of those serrated great swords and axes carried destructive power. The crashes were enough to make hearts tremble.
The Yaloran fighters relied on speed and agility, probing for weak points.
But no matter how they struck—it was as if nothing worked. The Ikerite fighters moved like they couldn’t feel pain at all.
Meanwhile, each axe blow they took in return sent agony ripping through their flesh, dizziness flooding them—it was like dancing hand-in-hand with Death.
The audience was stunned.
Was this really a martial arts competition?
Why did it feel like one side was really trying to kill the other?
It was obvious—the Yaloran side had the stronger fighters.
But the fight was one-sided—the Yaloran students looked like they were being butchered by the Ikerite side’s Demon King’s slaughter unit.
Blood stained the stage. From the start, the butchers had aimed only at throats, only to devour their prey.
If one had to describe it: it was like a group of elite students facing a battle-hardened demon army regiment.
Other than Kuse, the sixth-rank still fighting fiercely, the rest were cut up with horrific wounds, their eyes drowning in fear.
The five from Ikerite should’ve been badly injured themselves, but they looked fine—their black, fortress-like bodies didn’t waver at all.
“Pathetic, just like infants.”
“Filthy pigs like you—how did we ever fall to you in the past?”
“Thank you, Headmaster Lan Qi, for giving us rebirth. This is the true martial spirit we have always sought…”
Raindrops fell on the fighters’ bodies, steaming off from heat and blood—not the fire of passion, but the killing aura of demons crawling back from hell.
No one could imagine what they had gone through these past two days.
Gradually, the slaughter unit seized the advantage. Every swing of their great swords and axes cratered the earth. Even though Kuse rallied his side, against this suicide-style assault, they were clearly being crushed.
Only Kuse fought more fiercely as the others around him were blasted back, sent flying meters by every blow.
The arena atmosphere grew more and more brutal.
The Demon King’s Special Slaughter Unit’s every attack carried a resolve to annihilate, closing in like a siege around Kuse.
“This…”
Noe gaped, mind blank, staring at the battlefield.
What the hell was Lan Qi teaching his fighters? Something was off—off by eleven parts out of ten!
You call this friendly academic exchange?!
“The Demon King’s army has taken control again! With innate berserk state and pain nullification, their strength is overwhelming!”
The commentator, Lu Weixier, shouted passionately across the arena.
“Cough, cough—it’s the Ikerite Academy team.”
The other commentator quickly corrected her.
“Oh, right. Well, you could say Coach Lan Qi’s tactics are… effective. But really—facing five executioners from the Demon King’s army, how are the opponents supposed to play?”
“It’s the Ikerite Academy team.”
“Uh…”
Lu Weixier had slipped into the habit.
Every time she tried to call out Ikerite, she stuttered half a dozen times before managing the proper name.
“Demon… De…”
“Ikerite.”
“Yes, the Ikerite team. These guys… well, you know.”
The students and citizens in the stands, initially unsettled by the odd atmosphere, now cheered louder and louder, swept up in the brutal spectacle.
Amid the deafening roars—
Talia, who had originally been held by Huperion, was now gripping Huperion’s hand tightly instead.
She buried her head, terrified anyone might notice her connection to Lan Qi, or her resembLan Qi to the Great Poet.
“Huperion… maybe we should go home.”
Talia whispered.
“Talia, are you not feeling well?”
Huperion felt her palm trembling cold.
“I…”
Talia couldn’t explain.
Huperion still didn’t know that she was her aunt. Still didn’t know she was a demon.
And now, Talia could hear the students around them chanting with glee: “Go, Demon King’s Army!”
This twisted place made every second unbearable.
She was a law-abiding citizen. She wasn’t scheming for the Demon King’s revival, nor had she told Lan Qi to do this…