"Weren't these the team going to be eliminated in the first round?"
"Your Majesty the Queen, what is happening here?"
When the four representatives took advantage of the long break and headed to the table set up for snacking, they ran into the Queen of Hell.
"We had intel that they were good, but I didn't expect this much!"
After the words of the long-faced woman, the Representatives' expressions changed. If there was a change in one matter, it meant the situation was open to all kinds of changes.
"Don't worry, they will fight my sect in the final. I will make sure even their bones are burnt to a crisp!"
Fuego came making the skirts of her red dress fly; she wasn't leaving her Queen alone.
"I have no doubt about that!"
Along with Eyshan's words, the posture of the Holy Fire Sect Sheikh, who was panting, straightened up, and her nose lifted slightly into the air.
"Ours aren't good burnt. Just toss them in the fire a couple of times, that's enough!"
Fuego jumped where she stood, the fiends guarding Eyshan lunged forward, and the Four Representatives went for their weapons.
"Calm down everyone, calm down! We ran out of wine on our side, I'll just grab some and go. Don't mind me!"
The handsome Sheikh Atractivo left just as he came. He left neither a sound nor a sign behind him.
"If you'll excuse us!"
"By your leave!"
The representatives left the table; their steps were quite fast.
"When did that guy get next to us?"
"I didn't even notice, he's not a trustworthy type at all!"
"Send the signal. Things are starting to get weird!"
"I'm on it!"
While these were happening on one side of the massive hall, joy prevailed in the section where a buildup of soldiers had been made behind them.
"Atractivo, you drunk bastard!"
"How did you manage to raise such monsters?"
Hueso's eyes were shining; the bloody victory had brought color to his chalk-white skin. In contrast to his state, the face of his granddaughter right behind him had a face like a wet weekend; she was checking out the resting Nafız while rolling her eyes.
"If it were us on the stage, we would have finished them off without trapping ourselves in ice blocks!"
After the young girl's bold words, the Holy Blood Team shot her a glance and turned back to the front without saying a word. Muslo wasn't aware, but the battle had long started; the Holy Fire and Holy Blood teams had locked onto each other.
"Actually, I didn't do anything. They came and found me themselves!"
After his words, which he embellished with a huge laugh, Atractivo downed his half-finished wine in one go and dropped into his chair. When there were no women around, the Holy Blood Sect Sheikh completely gave himself over to the booze and passed out cold.
The rest of the afternoon passed quietly; the air was gathering rain before the storm that was about to break. As the sun pulled back its rays, the fire crystals on the wall were lit; even though the place brightened up, it couldn't help but take on a gloomy state.
"The final battle begins! Prepare the arena!"
The official managing the fights shouted at the top of his lungs; especially after his last words, everyone snapped to attention!"
"Uncle Abarran! I'm revealing your masterpiece, you should be proud of me!"
When Eyshan waved her hand, the floor began to shake simultaneously. The battlefield was expanding, and the roof covering it was opening. The guests, who watched the movement that lasted for a hundred breaths breathlessly, couldn't keep their reactions inside when they saw the result.
"How can this be?"
"A tower that moves and can change!"
"The battlefield grew four times larger, and we were all able to keep up with this by moving!"
The change that occurred left mouths hanging open; weapons or shields were one thing, but a massive structure being changeable was a completely different story.
"This opportunity can't be missed! When everything is over, we're taking that too!"
The representative in golden armor couldn't take his eyes off Abarran; the only thing missing in their civilization was right in front of him and defenseless.
"No matter what, we must have it!"
"Then let's pray the dark horse keeps running!"
When the arena was prepped, the Holy Fire team took the lead and got into position. Lined up in a single file, they were waiting for their opponents. The Holy Blood also got on their feet, but right then someone stood in front of them; Atractivo was looking at them with furrowed brows.
At the most critical moment, the handsome Sheikh stepped forward; it looked like he wasn't going to send his team to the battlefield without saying a few words.
"There was a pitcher of wine right here a minute ago. I've looked everywhere but can't find it, have any of you seen it?
After his unexpected move, their five senses turned to him, but Atractivo did it again.
"Get out of my way! I'm already barely holding myself back from exploding on you!"
Nafız shouldered her way past Atractivo, and her other four friends would follow suit.
"Why did she get all riled up? I just asked a simple question, oh here's my beauty!"
Finding what he was looking for, the Sheikh settled into his place, the two sides of the battle lined up facing each other, and the flames surrounding the arena rose, enclosing them.
"The final battle begins!"
When the official threw himself out, the two sides were expected to go at each other, but that didn't happen. The warriors, sizing each other up for a hundred breaths, had neither gone for their weapons nor unleashed their energies.
Then the massive hall started ringing with the sound of applause; the sound produced by two hands clapping together was rising to the sky through the open roof.
"Bravo, truly bravo! I, Chispa, didn't expect such a performance from the disciples of the Holy Blood Sect, the symbol of loserdom!"
The young girl with fire-red hair spoke looking down on everyone; when she finished her words, she had taken a few steps forward.
"How were we able to surprise the number one disciple of the Holy Fire Sect? Should we be honored?"
The answer came from Nafız; she had also advanced three steps.
"Interesting, very interesting!"
Muttering to herself, Chispa looked her opponents up and down.
"I'm going to give you a chance. Against you diminishing our victory by claiming we bullied you, an offer!"
"Go on!"
Nafız urged the young girl, who paused, to continue.
"We will fight one-on-one! Crushing you as a team won't satisfy us; we will prove to everyone that the Holy Fire is the best and strongest sect!"
"First to three wins! No one will object!"
Crossing her arms over her chest, the young girl waited. It was the Holy Blood Sect team's turn to answer.
"Since the winners of the last tournament have shown such magnanimity, then it wouldn't do to not accept!"
When Nafız accepted, a buzz rose from the hall. Everyone was talking at once, but the blood-red-haired girl's voice cut through them all.
"You will start two-zero ahead. Lareina and Ralf won't fight!"
"Are you sure? The scrawny girl is one thing, but if only that meathead tried his luck once!"
Chispa was mocking, and the rest of the hall didn't hesitate to join her. The Holy Bone rows were silent, while Atractivo was too drunk to even know where he was.
"Nora, I want to fight!"
Ralf gripped the hilt of his weapon tightly. His gaze said he wouldn't back down.
"Nora, I have another offer for you! I know your friend's skill lies in his weapon, and I want to give him a chance to win. He has the chance to launch three attacks against my man; if he can wound him, we will concede defeat, if he fails, you will have lost.
How about it? Since you agreed to lose from the get-go, do you need to think much about it?"
The words of the Holy Fire's leader were extremely logical; Ralf, who was given a chance to win out of nowhere, was burning with the desire to fight.
"Go and do your best!"
The two teams retreated to the far corners of the arena; the floor was left to Ralf and his opponent.
"Come at me, you talentless hack!"
The Holy Fire disciple wasn't compromising his arrogance; energy started spurting from the sword in Ralf's hand.
"After feeding it this much, let's see what you can do!"