Chapter 227
Chapter 227
Chapter 227
Translator: True Detective
Chapter 227 – The Major Nationally Reported Accident Caused by Lan Qi
“You despicable lot! Do you even still have the spirit of martial combat?!”
Kuse kept retreating, shouting righteously as though he wanted the entire arena and every viewer of the broadcast to hear him.
At this moment, he finally understood a truth:
Between bare hands and weapons, there was an insurmountable wall.
That was not only a weapon—It was also a tool of torture and a gravestone.
“This is the Sanctuary Form-Intent Axe Fist Style that Coach Lan Qi named.”
Seeing Kuse unwilling to fight, yet also unwilling to surrender and lose face, the Vice Captain only found him laughable, pitiful, and somewhat amusing.
The audience seats grew a little quiet.
These laymen could hardly comment on matters of the Soul of Martial Combat.
“Uh… let me clarify for everyone—this move really does exist. Principal Lan taught it in the Shadow World to clergy members of the Northern Continent. There’s also another move called Holy Light Sword Technique – Twin Peaks Strike.”
On the commentary platform, Lu Weixier tried her best to smooth things over.
Her co-commentator no longer dared to respond.
If you said she had no shame, she would still try to explain with “logic.”But if you said she had shame, she was clearly lying through her teeth with her eyes wide open.
No one could tell what she was really made of.
Meanwhile, the referee’s table was utterly silent.
Loren’s palms sweated, his knees grew weak, and he couldn’t speak.
He wanted to stop the match.
But so far, no violations had occurred.
Kuse had not surrendered either.
As referee, Loren had no authority to forcibly interrupt a match that was still proceeding normally.
Even more importantly, the two elders beside him would never allow him to act rashly.
“Ugh…”
At the coaching bench of Ikerite Academy’s team, Huperion nearly cried without tears. She almost wished the audience would stop thinking she was part of the coaching staff at all.
But the moment she had sat down earlier, it was already too late.
“Although if I had taught them Five Poison Fist or Solar Punch, they could have won faster, that would seem a little too underhanded. I still need to consider the school’s image, and make sure the opponent loses wholeheartedly.”
Lan Qi commented.
He didn’t seem to have forgotten his role as coach—he was seriously instructing.
“You really think that way…?”
Huperion could somewhat guess: Five Poison Fist referred to Frey’s “Toxic Ground Spikes,” while Solar Punch must be the blinding light magic.
“By the way, where’s Frey?”
Huperion suddenly thought of him and asked Lan Qi.
“Isn’t he with you guys?”
Lan Qi hadn’t seen Frey at all these past two days.
“Eh, that’s odd. He even placed bets—he should care a lot about the outcome…”
Huperion looked around in confusion. She hadn’t seen Frey since the match began.
But neither of them dwelled on it much.
“Don’t worry, Huperion. I did teach them an authentic fist style—enough to subdue Kuse.”
“You saying that only makes me less reassured…”
While the two talked, several figures in the battle arena moved like a trained hunting squad, coordinating to encircle Kuse.
“Die!!”
Panting, Kuse tried to rush one enemy and take him down first, but the Demon King Army’s cruelty and madness was fully unleashed. The sound of bones breaking echoed almost simultaneously, blood spraying out.
They seemed blind to Kuse’s resistance—every strike they made was the execution of a cold death sentence.
Before Kuse could even steady his stance, a black shadow wielding a greatsword appeared behind him and slashed brutally across his back, leaving a bloody gash.
Another seized Kuse’s arm, sneering as he used brute strength to lock him in a crushing hold.
Battered nearly senseless by the relentless assault, Kuse finally gathered a shred of strength. But now he realized—the very first thing he had to do wasn’t counterattack.He had to surrender!
If he kept forcing it, even he couldn’t imagine what these maniacs would do once they controlled him.
Yet before he could speak, a gauntleted fist smashed into his throat.
“Heh… planning to surrender?”
The Vice Captain’s voice had dropped by at least sixteen tones compared to a few days ago, as deep and heavy as a hammer striking iron.
“Ahh… ahh…!”
Kuse clutched his throat, saliva and tears of pain running down his twisted cheeks, but no sound came out.
“Now you’ve learned how to communicate politely, haven’t you?”
As the Vice Captain’s words fell, another figure kicked Kuse behind the knee, forcing him down, then pressed his shoulder until he knelt on the ground.
“This is called basic etiquette.”
Before Kuse could even process the humiliation, another fighter lunged forward and punched his eyes, making him see stars.
“This is radiant virtue.”
A rush of air and explosive sound closed in.
Another Ikerite fighter tossed aside his great sword and slammed both palms against Kuse’s ears. The concussive blow nearly knocked him unconscious.
“Listen to this beautiful melody!”
The Soul of Fighters team members took turns using every kind of fist-style skill Lan Qi had taught them, stripping Kuse of his five senses one by one, before preparing to deliver the ultimate humiliation.
Parents in the stands quickly covered their children’s eyes.
The scene was too violent.
Loren was horrified, finally realizing the severity of the situation. He rushed to end the match immediately.
But the referee terminal at his table had malfunctioned. The barrier couldn’t be shut down.
“Why did the control circuit fail at this moment?!”
Loren’s heart pounded wildly, nearly breaking down as he shouted.
Then he leapt into the air on the wind, the gusts almost sweeping the clouds apart. Every wind spell he cast resonated with the arena’s barrier, gradually weakening it.
He couldn’t strike with full force—even if that could shatter the barrier faster—because that would endanger the spectators in the stands!
Time seemed frozen, until a faint tremor spread across the arena.
The barrier finally began to collapse.
It didn’t shatter with a bang, but dissipated like mist in the breeze, fading into the air.
But by the time Loren managed to stop the match—it was too late.
This was destined to become one of the greatest accidents in Ikerite’s history, one that would be remembered.
From this point on, all major external events of Ikerite Academy would be permanently banned by the Ikerite city government.
…
Inside the Central Control Room of the Knight Academy Arena.
In the dimly lit room, a tall, well-built figure with sunglasses casually set down a mouse and left silently, leaving only a severed, glowing Magitek wire sparking behind.
(End of Chapter)