After registration for the Rising Star Competition closed, while classes continued on the surface, a number of changes were underway. Many students began diligently practicing swordsmanship and sparring after school. Many aristocratic children were filled with excitement and anticipation, imagining themselves becoming instantly famous, just like the characters in the stories.
But for most poor people, fighting is not so beautiful. Many people have experienced it in their childhood, hunting wild animals, street fights, weapon fights, frequent dirty tricks, etc. Fighting or hunting are just means of making a living, and it is a means of making a living that needs to be used with caution, because the cost of injury is not something the poor can afford. Infection, illness or disability almost directly means the end of a person.
Fortunately, Emenas provided free treatment for this battle, and students from the 'Leaf of Life' club also provided auxiliary treatment, which solved the worries of most students and made them dare to sign up.
A week later, the competition officially began.
As the bell rang, some students walked out of the classrooms and halls one after another. Tomorrow is the weekend, and school ends early this afternoon, so there is still plenty of time before the sun sets.
"Luo Lan, are you going to participate in the preliminary competition today?"
After school, several girls walked slowly in the corridor with the crowd, chatting with each other.
"Yes, it seems you're the only one in our dormitory not participating, Aliena."
"Aha, I have more important things to do, so keep this a secret for now."
Alena smiled and gestured. Lately, the four of them had only been together during classes and when they were back in the dorms, otherwise busy with their own affairs. Roland Hill needed to split up to handle some matters with Roxelle, and Nia seemed to have connected with an orc club on campus and became a candidate member, participating in activities and training. Lettice, on the other hand, spent every day hanging out with the group of noble ladies, discussing clothing, style, poetry, and the like.
"Okay, this is it. See you tonight." Loran Hill waved and said a simple goodbye, then walked towards the entrance of a narrow passage. She first showed her qualification certificate and badge for the competition. After checking, the guard let her in.
"See you later."
The other people also walked and dispersed to different passage entrances.
The entrances to these passages lead to the underground of the classroom hall, where there are spacious basements separated. There are many people in the preliminary round, and for the sake of confidentiality, the contestants will only know which passage they will go to this afternoon, and then they will receive instructions from the staff to go to their own battle basement.
After leaving the crowd and entering the passage, there is a bright gem placed in the stone slabs above your head at intervals, illuminating the stairs and floor under your feet.
The passage is about two meters wide, with gray and bluish stone walls on both sides. It feels a little cold to the touch. Walking in the empty passage, you can clearly hear your own footsteps. The air has the unique coolness of underground, but fortunately it is relatively fresh and not stuffy.
Walking quietly in the corridor, Loran Hill could only hear the sounds of students leaving school in the distance behind him, while there was silence in front of him.
Are there so few people? She couldn't help but think that even though she was in a small arena, it was too quiet.
Following the direction indicated by the note in her hand, she finally stopped in front of a stone door beside the passage. She placed her student badge on the pattern in the middle of the stone door. The pattern slowly emitted a bluish-white light, and then the stone door slowly slid open, revealing a vast space.
Bang--
An extremely dull ripple spread out, and the air was contracted and distorted, as if hit by a huge hammer, making people tremble and spit blood. Then, a sound that was almost deafening was heard.
The empty basement was several hundred meters long and wide, slightly larger than a football field. From the bottom to the ceiling, it was about ten stories high. A cloud of dust rose from the wide ground, and a circular network of cracks appeared on the floor, centered on the smoke.
"Hahaha, is that all it is?"
A loud laugh was heard in the venue, and then a young man in loose short-sleeved shirt floated in the air. He sat on a huge stone throne, then waved his hand forward, and more than a dozen beams of light shot out from the air. The beams of light cut neatly on the ground along predetermined trajectories, plowing several deep grooves in the ground. Broken stones exploded and flew everywhere, and some flew to the distant border and hit the wall, making dents.
A petite figure burst out from the smoke. She had light blue, spiraling twintails and was dressed in a rather cute way. She held a three-meter-long hammer in both hands, its head stained with the dust of shattered stone. She wore a black and white bubble skirt. Her body traced a vast arc through the air, carrying a tremendous force as she struck the short-sleeved teenager across from her with the hammer.
The short-sleeved boy jumped up from the throne and flew into the air, but the throne was directly smashed to pieces by the girl with twin ponytails. The broken stones finally hit the wall behind it with a stone hammer. There was another loud bang, and a circular cracked network pattern appeared on the wall.
The short-sleeved young man leaped into the air, extending his arms and forming a cross. A complex golden pattern began to appear on his forehead, and seventeen golden fireballs slowly condensed in the air. Vast magical energy spiraled and converged into each of these golden fireballs. The burning flames were colorless and transparent, visible only through the distorted air and light. The astonishing heat they emitted could ignite a person even from a thousand meters away. A burning smell began to permeate the air.
The petite girl was not afraid when she saw it. She picked up the huge hammer with one hand and slammed it on the ground. It was as if a colorless airflow dissipated, sweeping away the gravel and dust around her. The earth shook violently, and all the stone slabs on the ground broke, and then began to rise and fall like waves, like waves before a storm.
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