The Seven Deadly Child
277 - Weird Smile
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"Woaahhh….! It will finally begin!"
The sound of boisterous exclamations immediately rang out throughout the audience stands, as soon as the participants of the five battle Arenas, began to enter the venue of the match.
In the middle of the stands arranged in a circle, which is now crowded with spectators, there are 5 large battle rings, 5 large Ring, this Ring, it was none other than the place where the five Death Arena battle subgroups would be held.
The five sub battles of Death Arena are always held simultaneously once a month. And it'll be over in one night, too.
"Welcome ladies and gentlemen! My name is Carlos Dark! The presenter who will accompany you all in enjoying the Death Arena battle show this month period!"
As the atmosphere of the Tribune audience was still boisterous, a loud voice suddenly sounded from somewhere that seemed to be arranged high forming a large podium.
On top of the podium, a thin-haired, thick-moustached man, standing with a proud look, stared with a sharp gaze sweeping across the entire stands.
The man who introduced himself by the name of Carlos Dark, wearing a stick-shaped tool attached to his neck. The stick with the engraving of many seal formations on its surface, seemed to be a useful item to make the wearer's voice sound louder.
"As usual, before the fight starts, I will re-explain the rules that apply within the Death Arena, in order for those who are new first to come, whether it be as spectators or participants, to be able to re-explain the rules that apply within the Death Arena, you can understand the rules!"
Under the gaze of everyone in the stands who was currently entirely looking towards him, Carlos began to open his speech by passing on the rules of the Death Arena fight.
"The rules set within the Death Arena are actually quite simple. We're implementing a battle royal system! Where all participants in each Arena, will climb into the ring simultaneously!"
"For whoever is the last person to survive in the ring, he will be considered the winner! Obtained the title of Emperor in every Arena they participated in!"
"For how you get rid of your opponents in order to be the last to stay in the ring, there are two options! First by throwing it out of the ring, or can use a second way that is generally preferred by the audience! Namely by killing your opponent on the spot!" Carlos said, his facial expression became very enthusiastic as he delivered his last sentence about killing on the spot.
"Kill…!"
"Kill…!"
"Kill…!"
Not only Carlos, the entire audience in the stands, now also began to cheer boisterously, echoing the word - kill-as soon as Carlos conveyed the final option of the two rules on how arena participants could get rid of his opponents.
"Hahhahaha.Good spirit! Makes tonight feel more alive!" Carlos exclaimed, his enthusiastic expression was now increasingly becoming.
"All right! Each Ring contains 100 participants! The audience can be free to place their own bets by recording the number of participants he bet!"
"The amount of betting money won will depend on how long the champion they choose stays in the ring!"
"Last twenty, then the bettors will win 2 times the money they bet!"
"Last ten big, then it is a multiple of 3 times! Of the total money they made the bet!"
"The big five, got a multiple of 4!"
"And the big three gets a multiple of 5!"
"While for those who managed to bet for the last surviving participant, who is the winner of the Arena who will be crowned Emperor of the Death Arena period this time. Will win 10 times the amount of money they bet!"
The last explanation of the betting prize presented by Carlos, again made the atmosphere of the Death Arena stand boisterous.
"But remember! For each bet winner, the prize they get, will be cut 20% for us as the organizer, and 10% for their champion!" Said Carlos.
"And lastly, for every fighter who managed to win their respective Arenya, in addition to getting a ration of 10% of the amount bet every person who bet for him, in addition to getting a 10% of the amount of bet every person who bet for him, they will also receive additional gifts from us as the organizers!"
"The prize is a multiple of the 50,000 Bronze Mana Pearl registration money they use to register, will be multiplied using the same system as the punter audience I previously described!" Said Carlos, now closing all his long explanations, with a proud expression. Sweeping the entire stands with a sharp look.
"Now it's time for the audience to determine their respective heroes! Observe every fighter standing on the Arena carefully, then make your choice! I'll give you 2 minutes from now!"
Along with Carlos' instructions, the entire stands were boisterous once again, discussions soon echoed in all corners of the stands. Now everyone is busy observing every fighter in the Arena. Then ask each other's opinions with friends on his left. Before making a choice. What number of participants will be their champion.
"Okay, two minutes are over! Now write down your champion participant number, including also how many Bronze Mana Pearls you want to bet on their respective identification cards!"
"You can choose more than one hero, as long as the number of Bronze Pearls you bet, does not exceed the limit written on your identification card! Because the amount written there, is equal to the amount of capital of the Bronze Mana Pearls that you handed over to us as the organizer at the beginning of the registration process before entering the Arena stands!"
"It's one minute! If it has been past one minute, then your bet will be considered forfeited!"
"OK, ready? Get started!" Carlos again.
Now the cry of Carlos, greeted with complete silence the entire Arena stands. The spectators were busy recording the number of winners and the number of bets each on their special identification card.
A few moments later.
"One minute is up!" Carlos Exclamations.
"Don't delay too much longer, because all the battles are now ready on the Ring. Thus with this I, Carlos Dark, acting as the host, declared the 978th period Death Arena held this month, to begin!" Carlos exclaimed loudly, then immediately released a beacon of light towards the sky. The Death Arena battle begins.
*Woooshhh…!!!
*Boommmm….!!!
*Booommm….!!!
*Booommm…..!!!
And once Carlos declared that the fight had officially begun, a shocking incident occurred in the Empty Hand Arena. Where at this time all the fighters in the Arena, suddenly moving simultaneously, seemed to cooperate in an organized manner to attack one participant.
Worse still, the unfortunate participant who became the joint target, was none other than a small boy with a skinny body with jet black hair.
This boy had a fierce expression for a moment, before dozens of powerful fist blows, landing simultaneously on his body. So loud was the combination of blows carried out by 99 participants of the Empty Hand Arena simultaneously, to the point of making a giant Ring where the match was held. Great vibrating.
"Poor boy!"
"Damn it, he must have died with a broken body!"
"Truly cruel!"
"The Empty Hand Arena participants are too brutal and shameless!"
"Haha…! That was how the Death Arena fight should have been!"
"That boy is too stupid!"
"It's his own fault for being so self-informed! What was inside his brain to the point of registering as a Death Arena participant!"
"Or what fool has registered this little boy?"
Seeing the shocking incident that was displayed in front of him, the audience immediately gave various comments. Most were concerned about the boy's unlucky fate. Others seemed very entertained to see the little boy on the ground at the same time.
However, on the other hand, Theo who was currently in the Stick Arena, instead put on a strange smile when he saw the events that occurred in the Empty Hand Arena.
"Attacking that brat simultaneously with physical exertion without thinking of any steps to defend himself? What a bunch of idiots who think too highly of themselves!" Theo muttered. Still with his strange smile.
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Because it's Sunday, one chapter huh. Starting tomorrow will return to normal 2 chapters a day