Chapter 83

In the high-age group of the Kunierkunte Empire, there was a short contestant holding a shield in one hand and a sword in the other.

In previous battles, he had been using battle aura, specifically sixth-level ninth-grade battle aura.

He was the weakest in the entire team.

Perhaps only the people from their empire knew his true strength.

Just as the people from the Simeng Empire gathered to protect the two ninth-grade grand mages casting powerful spells,

he made his move.

He directly used the Meteoric Skyfall.

This spell can be cast by an eighth-level grand mage, but it cannot be instantly cast.

However, he cast it instantly.

Countless large fireballs fell from the sky, and the people from the Simeng Empire could only defend as much as possible.

With the attacks from other contestants of the Kunierkunte Empire, the high-age group of the Simeng Empire was soon forced to admit defeat.

If they continued to resist, they would really die, and there were still fourteen more battles to come.

No one blamed them for their surrender.

However, this sparked more curiosity about that contestant.

He was clearly a grand mage, and even more specifically, a grand mage proficient in both earth and fire elements.

But he appeared as a warrior, a contestant who was both a warrior and a mage.

Unfortunately, if his opponent had been stronger and could have matched him, he wouldn't have exposed himself prematurely.

He was undoubtedly a trump card, but his team held him back.

Winning one battle, the next opponent would definitely make specific arrangements to target him.

Given that his opponents' overall strength was not high, could they really expect him to turn the tide alone?

Many people believed that in this tournament, the Kunierkunte Empire only had one powerful contestant, while the rest had average combat strength.

As if to prove others' guesses, the low-age group of the Kunierkunte Empire was being pushed back by the young contestants of the Simeng Empire.

After repeated attacks and defenses, a qualitative change occurred, and the earth-element defense shield maintained by two contestants was broken.

More attacks then penetrated through that gap.

Four contestants were immediately hit and spat blood, followed by another wave of attacks.

"Admit defeat!" the captain of the low-age group of the Kunierkunte Empire shouted.

But he was too slow, and one of their young contestants was already entangled by a fire snake. Even though the opponent stopped attacking and others helped to extinguish the fire, the young contestant was burned black.

It would take a very long time to save him, if he could be saved at all.

Some of the children in their team couldn't help but cry.

"Ah!" Captain Valentin sighed.

They were just a group of children, the oldest not even ten years old, yet they had to fight for their empire.

Who could blame them? Only children could enter this place, and the empire needed resources for development.

His own empire was the same; if there were other ways, they wouldn't send a group of babies. War should keep women and children away.

"Actually, if they had organized better, they might have won," Nalasha said calmly.

The children weren't harmed while playing at home; they knew they were coming to fight and had to be prepared for failure.

"Do you think it's too cruel, Nalasha?" Harold asked, even though he was only eighteen, he felt that children under ten were too young.

"What's cruel? They enjoy different things. They are geniuses; in their empire and duchy, would their status be low?

For example, when I was in the capital, I said a meal cost one hundred gold coins. Do you think that's cheap?"

Nalasha asked Harold.

Without hesitation, Harold nodded: "Cheap, even ten thousand gold coins would be fine for a sixth-level grand mage under five years old."

"Is it cheap? Would an ordinary child dare to say a meal costs a silver coin? That's one hundred copper coins, enough for a family to live for several days.

So why can I? Because I need to come and fight. When I stand here, I have decided to either kill others or find a way to kill others."

Nalasha said firmly.

Everyone around her looked at her in surprise.

What did she mean by "kill others" and "find a way to kill others"? Did she say it wrong?

"Don't look at me like that. It's time to go on stage. I never thought of letting others kill me. If I'm pushed to the limit, I'll show them my true strength, right, Brother Murong?"

Nalasha said and flew out of the spaceship first.

"Right, kill all the enemies," Gongsun Murong said, jumping out with his sword, his battle aura swirling, at the eighth level, second grade.

Harold looked at the other eight selected people and said, "Everyone, fight well. Don't be like the Kunierkunte Empire, revealing your trump card in the first battle."

The eight people knew what Harold meant. Gongsun Murong had been pretending well. On the way, he had shown seventh-level first-grade battle aura, but now he was at the eighth level.

During the competition in the capital, he had shown the strength of a ninth-grade grand mage.

He was much stronger than the contestant who had hidden his strength earlier.

Of course, they weren't bad either; it depended on the strength of their opponents.

As the contestants from the Rexlar Empire and the Mitchel Empire appeared, the people from other empires turned their attention.

The two empires, long-standing enemies, were about to see how their battles would unfold.

The appearance of the contestants from the two empires caused a wave of exclamations.

Forty contestants, each wearing a full set of magical jewelry, the worst being fifth-grade, the rest sixth and seventh-grade.

Did their emperors not want to live anymore? Could the entire empire's annual budget buy those twenty sets of equipment?

Even if they won, the children would face a high chance of losing when competing with people from other continents. Would they not need the equipment?

The people from the Mitchel Empire were also confused. Their empire had two geniuses, one in the low-age group and one in the high-age group.

They had great hopes for victory, so they opened the national treasury to equip the contestants.

They even took out two of the most precious sets of jewelry, which were hard to find individually, let alone in a set. Although the compatibility was slightly low, they were more than enough.

The Mitchel Empire seemed to want to overwhelm their old rival, the Rexlar Empire, in terms of financial power.

However, the Rexlar Empire also provided the best equipment, clearly not intimidated.

So the Mitchel Empire, with a determined bite, called out the other twenty-three substitutes, all wearing sets, though some were fourth-grade.

When Captain Valentin saw the other side calling out twenty-three more contestants to show off, he waved his hand, and the forty contestants on his side followed suit.

Sixty children stood there, surrounded by various glowing lights. Even the fourth-grade sets, through the flickering lights, could be seen to be no worse than fifth-grade.

This indicated that the compatibility of the jewelry sets was very high.

Their appearance immediately overshadowed the Mitchel Empire's team.

The people from other empires were amazed, not understanding why the emperors of the two empires had such confidence. Did they really think their contestants would win the final victory?

The captain of the Mitchel Empire's team looked grim. He was angry that the empire's ambush had failed and couldn't figure out why the Rexlar Empire had armed the contestants in such a way.

Did they also have geniuses? Did they also want to gain sufficient benefits in one go?

He called the twenty contestants to be in the competition and whispered, "Use your strongest attack from the start, except for the captains' trump cards. If it doesn't work, you'll have to expose yourselves, but no matter what, you must kill them."

"Understood!" the contestants replied in unison.

On this side, Nalasha was also talking to the twenty people: "I overheard that they want to play dirty and plan to use their strongest attacks when they come on stage. Also, their two captains have trump cards."

The contestants listened quietly. When Nalasha mentioned the captains' trump cards, they looked at their own two captains.

Harold hesitated for a moment and then said, "I have a set of spatial jewelry, with low compatibility, allowing short-distance spatial movement and small-range spatial lock."

The team members opened their mouths in surprise.

Nalasha, however, pouted and said, "Brother Murong and I also have trump cards. You can fight with peace of mind. Even if the enemy's weapons pierce your skin, as long as you're not dead, Brother Murong and I can save you. Remember my words, follow orders strictly."

"Understood!" the contestants were now reassured and shouted with confidence.

Thus, both sides entered the stage. Gongsun Murong and Nalasha's side were all mages.

The other side was similar, with only one child in the low-age group looking like a warrior.

However, no one considered him a warrior, including the warrior-pretending Gongsun Murong, as someone had already burst out unexpectedly.

Gongsun Murong and the child from the other side were more closely watched.

But when Gongsun Murong released his battle aura, the eighth-level second-grade battle aura, it caused others to doubt.

They had to think, if a warrior with eighth-level second-grade battle aura could suddenly use an instantly cast large-scale spell, how talented would he need to be?

The referee on the shore gave the order.

The two groups from the two empires flew towards the island.

And while advancing, they began to cast support and defensive spells for their own side.

It was a sky full of spells, all high-level support spells, all instantly cast.

Many people from other empires, feeling envious and fearful, thought to themselves, "It's just relying on good magical equipment, not your true strength."

They also planned to take out the spare magical jewelry they brought on the ship, but the equipment they brought was not as good as the two countries in front of them.

Their empire was not as large or as wealthy as those two countries.

Their emperor adopted a conservative strategy, saying that no matter which of the Rexlar Empire or the Mitchel Empire won, they might not gain any benefits.

Their children were precious, and when the two empires suffered heavy losses, it would be the true time for development.

The contestants from the Rexlar Empire were unaware of these considerations.

The two groups had just entered the island's range and simultaneously attacked their opponents, both using the Meteoric Skyfall. One was cast by Harold, the other by Luciana.