231 Anticipation. (2/2)

She was worried because they practically knew nothing about this new black horse that had appeared out of nowhere. The only thing they could safely assume since that person was from the Church of Light was that he most probably had Light Element.

Raven, seeing that Haley was genuinely worried, reassured her, ”Don't worry. We are two Mages at Rank-8, even if one fails for some stupid reasons, the other would surely get the victory.”

Many core members nodded their heads with their faces full of smiles.

However, their cheery atmosphere again crumbled with a solemn, ”No...”

Everyone turned their eyes towards Irvin who had a solemn expression on his face. Seeing that everyone had their attention on him, he continued, ”The tournament is different every time. Sometimes they eliminate the participants with individual battles and other times, there is a battle royale.”

”Battle royale?” Blaze muttered with a tilted head. This was the first time he heard this term.

”A battle royale is when everyone has to enter the ring at the same time and the last surviving person is the winner. It is a quick way to determine the winner that tests not only an individual's ability to fight in a crowd but also if they are strong enough to last till the end,” Oliver explained from the side.

”The problem is not which type of battle you are going to fight, but the fact that the participants sent by the Church of Light and factions that are just as prominent have artifacts boosting their strength. Which, if combined with the fact that they would join hands if a battle royale happened, would be the main obstacle,” Irvin explained in detail.

Since the Three-Eyed Strangers were relatively new, they lacked any artifacts that could help their people get a boost of strength somehow during an active battle.

Everyone thought that this might make the duo think twice and take the tournament seriously, but Blaze laughed and said, ”If it is a battle royale, then it will be an even easier victory for us.”

He smirked while giving a side glance to Raven. He had the Spells destructive enough to destroy tens of people even at his own rank at the same time.

However, the one who would shine the most if a battle royale happened would be Raven.

Her only downside to the Spell that stole Mana from other people was that her opponent might get on the defensive and never let her have any hit on them.

If a battle royale happened, however, she would have tens of targets to cut and steal Mana from. This would literally make her an unstoppable monster in the ring.

Raven didn't show the same smirk as Blaze, but she was just as much or even more confident than him.

Irvin didn't know their reasons, but he decided to put his trust in them. They were his young master's friends after all.

'As a backup plan, I will still tell this to the Ashin family... they might help,' Irvin thought inside his mind as he remembered that Ozul had told them they could ask for the Ashin family's help anytime they thought that they could not fix the problem themselves.

. . .

Meanwhile, everyone, be it a prominent faction or some small organization with a participant talented enough, prepared for the Tournament of Egon.

While this tournament was a place for the strong factions to showcase the strength of their new generation and a place for the talented to find a powerful backing, there was also a reward for the winner of this tournament.

The four most prominent factions all around the world which included the Mercenary Guild, the Church of Light, the Leonhard Dynasty, and the Ashin family had put together a giant prize pool of hundreds of rare resources.

Of course, all of them hoped that their own participant would win the tournament, but they wouldn't feel bad only because someone else won the prize that they had paid for.

For them, it was just a small amount. But for the winner, it would be enough for him to cultivate for years without worrying about anything.

This night, everyone except for Ozul anticipated the finals and who would turn out to be the most talented individual in these 50 years.

On the other hand, Ozul slept the night without a care in the world. He wasn't so enthusiastic about the results of a tournament. To him, tomorrow would be the day when he would have the chance to get his arm back.

The night passed just as quickly as it had started, and the next day came. The sun rose, signaling the start of the Tournament of Egon...