When the butler-like staff member was explaining the rules, there was actually an implicit rule that he didn't mention: if the strength of the two sides is too disparate, the copper bell will be rung ahead of time.
However, such things rarely happen because when arranging matches, the organizers will group opponents of similar strength together.
But today, an unexpected event occurred. Based on Simon's description of Odis, the organizers arranged for him to face an opponent at Sequence 9.
This young man had participated in several competitions and was quite good at both martial arts and the use of cold weapons. The organizers originally intended to use him to suppress Odis and prevent this newcomer from becoming too arrogant in the future.
What they didn't expect was that Odis hadn't used his full strength at all when facing Simon!
The young man was no match for the others, so the copper bell was rung prematurely.
Another round of applause erupted from the stands. For the spectators, the match, though short, was incredibly exciting.
The masked newcomer's fighting style is clearly more effective at countering his opponent's aggressive offensive tactics.
Odis did not continue his attack, but instead stepped back a few paces and slowly drew his weapon.
The young man was truly resilient; Odis strongly suspected that he was an extraordinary individual who had mastered the "Warrior" pathway.
He spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, took a short breath, and then drew his weapon.
It was a snow-white knife that looked extremely sharp.
The young man adjusted his breathing, feeling that he could fight again, but this time he did not take the initiative to attack. Instead, he waited very cautiously for Odis to make a move.
Odis glanced at the hilt of the other man's sword, then smiled and said, "Surrender, you've already lost."
The young man snorted coldly, said nothing, and continued to stare intently at Odis.
Finally, Odis made his move. The young man frowned because his opponent's sword-wielding posture was a bit awkward, or rather, seemed a bit clumsy.
But the young man dared not be careless and cautiously drew his knife, blocking the opponent's sword.
The moment the knife touched his blade, he saw sparks fly across the other's weapon. The next second, he trembled violently, half of his body going numb from the electric shock.
The weapons in Odis's hands were certainly not just simple cold weapons. The sword in his hand, for example, was an extraordinary weapon that could release high-voltage current in an instant.
This weapon was created by Odis while he was researching the electric currents of this world. After it was made, he felt it was somewhat useless because the sword cost as much as 230 pounds, but the enemy could easily win with a revolver that cost less than 2 pounds. So it was kept in the basement and never used.
There's really nowhere to use it; you can't exactly carry a sword around the streets, can you?
However, this aristocratic arena is precisely where those unusually shaped cold weapons come into play!
Although the hilts of the opponent's weapons, such as sword hilts, might be made of wood and seem non-conductive, Odis later discovered that to prevent the hilts from falling off, a metal wedge was used to secure the hilt to the blade.
Alternatively, you could use a metal clamp to secure the wooden handle.
In short, there is a way to conduct electricity most of the time.
Today, Odis's opponent was using a metal hilt, which immediately made him tremble and retreat.
If it were an ordinary person, they would have been electrocuted and knocked to the ground.
"Referee…" the young man stammered, "His sword… his sword… there's something wrong with it."
Odis shouted, "The rules say that one melee weapon can be carried, but they don't specify whether that weapon has any special effects."
The young man was furious: "You...you call this a cold weapon?"
Odis said calmly, "It can scream, after all, it can't fire bullets."
At this point, the referee, who was watching from above, finally said: "The rules do not stipulate that weapons cannot have extraordinary effects, and this weapon is effective."
More precisely, the organizers would love for both sides to use extraordinary weapons, as that would make the match more entertaining.
Odis said again, "Surrender."
"As a qualified soldier, there is no option to surrender!" The young man dropped the knife in his hand, picked up an armchair from the street, and charged towards Odis.
Odis deftly dodged the opponent's attack, then stabbed him with his sword, releasing a high-voltage current in that instant.
This time, the young man was electrocuted until he collapsed to the ground, convulsing all over.
Odis laughed and said, "A true warrior is not as stubborn as you."
The referee then announced: "The masked man wins!"
Sparse applause rang out from the stands; they would have preferred to see a fierce battle to the death rather than this one-sided fight.
Odis, of course, didn't care about the feelings of these nobles and wealthy people. He sheathed his sword and quickly left through the iron gate.
As soon as we stepped out of the iron gate, the man who looked like the butler said, "Sir, please leave your name so we can arrange a new match for you."
Odis paused for a moment, then a smile appeared on his lips: "Lelouch!"
Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!
"Yes, Mr. Lelouch." The other party said politely, "Please wait a moment, your payment will be delivered soon."
Odis sat down again and saw a middle-aged man with two Hōzuki Gengetsu hairs sitting opposite him . The man was carrying a two-handed greatsword and was currently deep in thought, one hand on the sword.
This is likely to be the next extraordinary player to take the stage.
A minute or two later, a waiter hurried over and handed Odis a reward of 260 pounds.
They were all 10-pound notes, and they didn't look very thick.
Simon politely bid farewell to the steward-like man and left in the same taxi he had come in.
Once inside the carriage, Odis took out three banknotes and handed them to Simon: "Here's an extra 4 pounds. Come and spend more time here whenever you have time, and figure out the rules."
"Also, try to find out some information about my opponents."
Simon smiled and put away the money: "Yes, yes, I'll take this."
Odis said nothing more and had a horse-drawn carriage take him back to 75 Helin Avenue.
Back at her lodgings, Odis removed her mask, changed into loose clothing, and poured herself a glass of wine to celebrate.
I haven't digested much of the potion I used today since my promotion, but I've already earned over five hundred pounds using my new ability.
Adding to Odis's previous savings, the deposit paid by Bernadette, and the intelligence fees earned from the previous occult research association, Odis's savings had now reached nearly three thousand pounds.
It's been a long time since I've had this much money.
However, he will have many expenses by tomorrow.
After putting the money in the safe, Odis took a shower, lay in bed to review the night's battle, and then fell into a deep sleep.
His consciousness reappeared in the wilderness composed of illusory light.
A new week of research has begun, but since his promotion, the "Knowledge Moor" seems to have changed somewhat.