Chapter 61: Phase II
After we were properly beaten on by the mages, Grandmaster Vilignin instructed us to add some blood to the superior healing potions distributed to us by her subordinates and take some time to mend ourselves before we broke for lunch. Meanwhile, she gathered her troops around the entrance of the arena with the other bigwigs to discuss the next stages of the assessment.
Or, that's what I could gather from my position halfway across the arena, at least.
Despite my fragility as a half-drow, my extensive training with my grandfather gave me an outstanding tolerance for pain. That, alongside my necromantic healing, made me hard to kill as it was; though with the handicap I was given, I was unable to continue the assessment once my legs and arms had been broken. Still, I was certain that I scored well above the average, so I took it for what it was.
Once healed, I joined the others in making our way to the guest caldera. As one would expect, they were all too eager to ask each other about their performances thus far. And naturally, that included the Princess asking me.
While I was pleasantly pleased with my performance, I held off on answering her, as my mind was focused on more important matters.
Particularly, on the void that opened up within my stomach.
The fact that I could smell the food from outside the dining hall made it worse. The sweet smells of fresh fruit were strangely the most mouth-watering to me, at first. Followed by traces of almost every kind of steamed vegetable and the unmistakable smell of smoked meat mixing with hints of ales and meads.
The smells only intensified as I drew closer to the threshold and after crossing it, I nearly sprinted to the table. It was the same environment and a slight variation of the menu we had on our first arrival, sure. But with my appetite, I may as well have been in heaven.
In addition to the aforementioned dishes, my eyes bulged after seeing the platters of steaming crabs and lobster, grilled eel, and nearly a dozen types of fish being carted out by the servants, all in the monstrously large or in some cases gigantic portions that the ambient mana attributed to the aquatic life of Maru. All coupled with an assortment of rice and breads and a few soups that were neatly arranged on the tables.
"What do you think the next phase will be?" Lucia asked Toril as they sat down with their plates.
I neither listened to nor ignored their hypotheses as I satiated myself in the most civil manner I could afford to
Quite begrudgingly, I might add.
All I wanted to do at that moment was to stuff my face to my heart's delight, but with the royals, nobles, and the hundreds of other highly esteemed individuals flocking about the place, I had to continue this royal facade for just a little bit longer.
But I was tired of it.
More than anything, I couldn't wait to put this part of my new existence behind me. The life of a royal child had its perks, but the cons of such a lifestyle were becoming too much for me to bear. Though it had never been said, I had always been expected to act a certain way or speak in a specific manner. I've had to walk on eggshells when all I ever wanted to do was roam the Mortal Plane as I pleased while learning as much as I could about these worlds and magic.
I wanted to do what I failed to do in my first life; to make an empire better than any found in either the Sol or Tiatus Systems. And now that I could practically see the start line, my patience was growing thin.
"What do you think, Amun?" The princess nudged my elbow. "And don't ignore me this time."
Sneering inside, I quickly recalled the conversation while I set my fork down. "I think Lucia and Jaimess are both right." I sighed. "They'll ask for demonstrations in both elemental manipulation and in our greater affinities. On top of that, I'm sure they'll hit us with a few spells to test our magical defense. The real question is, what will the combat assessment consist of?" I grinned. "Will we be fighting each other, or the mages? And what will be the rules?"
"Don't you mean dueling, Your Grace?" Lucia subtly shook her head in confusion.
"No." I snorted. "Considering what we've already been through, it'd be safe to assume we'll be fighting until we're on the brink of death."
"They wouldn't." The princess gasped in disbelief. "Surely they'd use a golem or an undead of some sort."
"A golem, maybe." I shrugged. Then gestured to my vassals. "But, I and mine won't be fighting any undead today. We've defeated the Necro Army once before. And my Grandfather's heart can't take him losing again."
"I heard about that." The Princess nodded into her meal. "Still, the Necro Army was handicapped when fighting you. They weren't using magic."
"The point still stands." I laughed. "I can permanently end my grandfather's undead. And he's too selfish to willingly lose more."
Again, Roheisa nodded her head in acknowledgment of what I said. Only, this time, she seemed to think aloud. As she began rapidly muttering to her food. "I could understand your point if they have us doing light sparring sessions or duels, as that would be the intensity allowed from using healing potions as insurance. But, our bodies can only drink so many potions before we run out of energy." She leaned into her food a bit more. "To do anything more would require powerful healing magic. Or a sacrifice. The only exceptions are if the caster or conduit is undead or was immortal in some other way, or if they possessed light magic. And there's only one family in existence in possession of light magic."
'Make that two.' I grinned to myself before saying. "Aren't you forgetting something, Princess?"
She stopped mid-bite and turned to look at me with curiously wide eyes.
"My grandfather is a lich." I grinned. "And I happen to possess death magic."
"Yes." She nodded again, rolled her eyes, and took a large bite of pasta. Then slowly worked to chew through and swallow the food before contemptuously saying. "A lich with no will to heal others. And you are a death practitioner who can only heal by stealing life from others. So tell me, Amun." She snarkily turned me. "Have you stolen enough life to heal the lot of us?"
"I have, actually," I smirked. To which she nearly dropped her fork and looked at me with her mouth agape.
"I was the Tower's executioner for four years, Princess." I coldly snorted. "I have hundreds of souls stored inside me, all used for different things. But mostly aegis or rage souls." I shrugged, paused, and took a moment to focus on the starfield souls and spirits orbiting my void core. "That said." I turned my focus back to her. "I'm not altruistic enough to work as a healer, and neither is my grandfather."
Regardless, I knew full well that with my electromagnetic affinity I was capable of using light magic in addition to all other wavelengths of the spectrum. Though I was hesitant about bringing it out in the open.
On top of that, I was still unsure if I wanted to become a lich or not. Living for centuries or even eons was always an interesting concept and becoming undead would yield many benefits, but there were also the benefits of living that I had to consider. Which was solely food. As much of a chore as it was, eating was something that I thoroughly enjoyed. Especially in this world. As such, the contingency for that issue was one of the first spells I designed for my new core.
I just needed a living creature to test it on.
Still, that meant that I'd be able to use proper healing magic with no restrictions; which in turn, made it a priority to learn.
After acknowledging that however, I couldn't help but begin to think that Telin gave me a few too many cheats for this life. Even then, however, I couldn't remain confident that I was the strongest creature in this world. In Maru, possibly. But in the entirety of the Mortal Plane, most definitely not.
With the princess now silenced and my belly nearly satiated, I forced down the food left on my plate before excusing myself from the table to relocate to the courtyard to lounge about the shade for the hour or so we had left until the elemental assessment.
***
"Hey."
A familiar raspy, feminine voice called out.
"Sergeant Velasco," I said, not even opening my eyes.
"Take your ring off. It's time for the next phase." She monotonously stated.
"Alright." I pulled myself upright with a groan, then proceeded to follow the Staff Sergeant into the courtyard towards the eastern coast.
She fancied my eye a bit, I had to admit.
While my 'type' was indeed someone of Amazonian stature like the Grandmaster, Velasco was surely attractive in her own right. And her voice had a ruggedness in it that inexplicably drew me in. More so, she was clearly a woman who could take care of herself. All traits that I loved. But alas, I was too young; at least in the physical sense. Ambiguously gray as they were, I still had morals. So I would have definitely judged her if she were to try and pursue me. Even if I were of age, in an environment such as this, it would've been seen as unprofessional.
"Amun of Odissi." Velasco suddenly commented, almost to herself. "The exceptionally talented and self-trained, half-elf heir of the Cole house. It seems your name can't stay out of people's mouths." She paused to peer over her shoulder with a curious gaze. "Care to tell me why?"
I could only give an amiable shrug and say. "See for yourself."
"I fully intend to." She smirked. "Just don't hold back."
"I'm not the type to." I grinned in turn. "Especially when I'm having fun."
With that exchange, we entered the arena and diverted. Her, to the railings above with the other mages; and me, to the line of testees waiting impatiently by the entrance.
The place had been extensively modified during our relatively short absence. Instead of the tiled platform we'd been in before, repeating rows of high walls had been erected along the long axis. Creating a foundation for a rather complicated web of catwalks placed above. In essence, it was a sort of outdoor shooting range that used the eastern ocean as a backdrop.
With our arrival, Law moved from the cluster mages to peer over the railing toward us.
Looking around, it was evident that the others migrated here as a group, leaving Velasco to fetch me. Still, no one seemed to be bothered. As the officers continued chatting away behind the Mage until he began to speak.
"Before we begin," Law said. "I must make a few points known. The first and foremost is the nature of the second phase. Within this arena, you will undergo four tests. To do that, you will be needing these." He began pacing along the railing while a few lower-ranked soldiers began pushing around a cart filled with vials of subtly glowing blue liquid. Recognizing it for what it was, I snatched a bottle from the cart to immediately drink it in its entirety and set it back on the trolley before it passed out of reach.
"I see that many of you recognize the potions distributed to you." Law smiled knowingly. "Nevertheless, I will explain its effect. This brew is known as a Mana Recovery Potion, and will temporarily unbind the restrictions of your mana pores. Allowing you all to take these next assessments without risk of mana exhaustion. A side effect of this potion, however, is that your pores will be permanently made wider after wearing off. An unforeseen aftereffect that only makes the brew more popular.
After waiting a few moments to ensure everyone drank their portions, Law resumed the lecture by gesturing to the iron dummies below him. "The first assessment is a demonstration of your skills in elemental manipulation." He then paused to gesture behind him. "Followed by a match against one of my Sergeants in unarmed combat. From there, you will give a demonstration of the offensive and defensive capabilities of each of your magical affinities. Moreover, the assessment will be concluded with live combat practice against an opponent that will give each of you a chance to fully showcase each of your abilities. Furthermore, each of these tests will have conditions placed on both you and your opponents, and you all will be put at more risk than some of you have ever been through in your lives.
"The second point. Is that." The Magi pointed towards the end of the arena. To a half-dome and protruded from a small cave sitting beside the entrance.
With vertical, matte obsidian bars barring off the cave and the sun shining in at an off-angle, deep shadows were cast into the depths of a particularly voluminous cell that I was sure couldn't be seen through by normal means.
Naturally, however, I could see the figure inside as clear as day.
It was a man. One with far paler skin than I'd normally see in the colorless pocket of darkness, a ghostly white color. Chained to the walls of his cell with only a few bucketfuls of a dark, viscous liquid to keep him company.
What was more interesting was that he didn't seem frightened or even angry at his situation. He simply stared through the roof of his cell to where my Grandfather sat and at me in equal measure as if he were fascinated or like he'd seen something grand or awe-inspiring for the first time in his life.
"That is a lesser vampire that was arrested in Epethia. For our benefit, he's been provisioned with several buckets of pig's blood. Enough to satiate him, but not of a quality high enough to empower him." Law stated before moving his gesture to a separate pocket of mages. "There, we have fourteen healers on standby. Ready to heal you of any injuries you may succumb to at a moment's notice. With that in mind." He turned back to us with a grin along the lines of the Grandmaster's. "We expect each of you to hold nothing back during these tests, regardless of who stands before you. Give it your all.
"But, try not to kill my sergeants." He seemed to chuckle at his comment before giving us a moment to absorb the information and allow our proctors to make their way down to us.
"At this time, pair with your proctors and await their instructions." The Magi ordered.
We did as ordered and arranged ourselves in our relatively spacious shooting halls to face the iron dummies placed before us.
"Attack the dummy at full power on my mark," Velasco shouted from above. "We'll start with fire. You have five seconds to prepare. Get ready!"
At her words, I began gathering the largest fields of mana I'd ever taken hold of and began condensing them in my palm. Over and over again as she counted.
"Three… two… one… mark!"
Thrusting my fist forward, I created a small spark which then ignited the mana flooding around it, then began cascading and condensing air behind it. Transforming the energy into a horizontal pillar of white fire that enveloped the iron dummy in an instant. Rapidly tinting its shade a red hue that grew brighter and brighter with each passing second until it melted into a glowing pile of slag.
"Next, air!" Velasco yelled once the Emperor reformed the dummy. "Get ready!"
Again, I began gathering absurdly large fields of ambient mana and compressed them to the nth degree while she counted down. And on her mark, I forced the already pressurized air through a convergent-divergent nozzle.
As a result, the air was forcibly compressed and subsequently spiked in temperature before it passed through the expanding end of the nozzle. Uncompressing and shaping the air and thus accelerating to supersonic speeds. And like a jet engine had been placed inside the arena, a horrendous screech pierced the air just as the iron dummy was ripped from its footing and sent hurtling across the ocean without a hint of resistance.
"Next, Earth!" Velasco unsteadily shouted. "Ready!"
To prepare, I lowered my center of gravity and grabbed hold of six pockets of mana on the ground around me. At her mark, I pulled the six small boulders from the ground and started throwing them at the dummy in quick succession. As each one hit, I pulled it in an arc back to me and looped it around back at the dummy over and over again as if I were juggling. The boulders naturally broke apart more and more with each subsequent impact until I was left with a looping cloud of dust and sand that steadily pitter-pattered on the dummy's iron skin until Velasco ordered me to halt.
My weakest by far. But by no means measly.
"Lastly, Water!" Came the call. "Ready!"
Like last time, I concentrated on a few ambiguous regions of ambient mana and waited for her mark to condensate the vapor lingering in the air into three orbs of water. I compressed the first and sent a high-pressure stream across the dummy's chest, noticeably scarring it but doing no real damage.
Continuing before the session could be called, I began stilling the water in the second orb and exciting the one in the remaining one. Causing the former to freeze and the latter to boil as the seconds passed. Having no real control over the changed phases, however, I could do no more than shower the dummy with some compressed steam and hurl the chunk of ice at it.
An anti-climactic feat for sure, but the intent was to display my mastery of the elements. And I doubted even the mages knew how to manipulate dust, ice, and mist.
"Outstanding displays!" Law began a round of applause from his perch above. "After a short intermission, we will begin your duels in alphabetical order. Starting with Abulot Uplos, versus Staff-Sergeant Yolanda Tubbs."
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Liden_Snake [I posted this late in the last chapter but I'll post here because some may have not seen it]
Due to my health, there may be a drop in releases for the next couple of weeks. I'm developing carpal tunnel in both of my wrists (my hand is numb as I'm typing this.)
I'm buying some wrist splints and an ergonomic chair later today, and hopefully, that helps. But I'm a poor American with no healthcare so... yeah.
Honestly, I'm worried. Writing is my only real passion in life and I don't know what I'll do if I can't keep writing stories. So, thanks for all your support thus far. I'll keep writing if my wrists get better, or I can possibly do a Q&A session or something in the meantime. But the last thing I want to do is stop. Regardless, I'll keep you guys updated.
Chapter 62: Close Combat
"Put on your ring."
My eyes followed the sound of the voice to see Law standing alone on the catwalk above, a few meters away from Grandmaster Vilignin, my forefathers, and the Emperor while the slew of other mages and officials were strategically strewn around the rest of the catwalk network near racks of various types of weapons.
Turning my attention back to Law, I flashed my hand at him. Eliciting a subtle response that was quickly repressed as he started his briefing. "For this next assessment, you will be facing Staff Sergeant Velasco in martial combat. For her protection, Velasco will be permitted the use of a single technique for the duration of your match. Conversely, the use of any magic or manipulation is prohibited. There will be one round, with no time limit. The match will be decided when one of you is either defeated or admits their loss. Any questions?"
"None." I promptly said.
Then turned towards Velasco, standing menacingly at the far end of the arena with her fists balled tight enough for the leather in her gauntlets to scream in mad protest. Staring at me with a quivering, hateful sneer as if I'd done the worst to her or someone she cared about. A form of concentration, I assumed, a technique or mental state used to facilitate the ambient mana swirling around her and condensing into an all-too-familiar form.
Mana Skin.
"Get ready!"
Shaking the rising questions aside, I settled into a kickboxing stance and began analyzing her frame and my scanning memories for any exploitable weakness before Law started the match.
In truth, I never had any qualms about hitting women; or old people, or even children if they took part in actions that warranted a violent response. In my eyes, all humans were equally worthless. And naturally, that philosophy of mine persisted in this life.
That said, I didn't have the compulsions to go around hitting or killing people on a whim; nor did I wish to save every unfortunate soul I came across. If my goals or the situation called for it, I would heal, kill, mend and maim with no hesitation or restraint.
Thus, it went without saying that such views extended to the woman before me. My only thoughts at that moment revolved around how to get this match over as quickly and efficiently as possible. And the only conclusive answer was that I'd have to go in with the intent to kill.
After all, it'd be unwise to underestimate a seasoned staff sergeant.
"Begin!"
At Law's word, Velasco and I simultaneously kicked off the ground to weave or lunge forth in a blitz towards the arena's center.
She wound up swinging first, delivering an overhand that forced me back a step. Then back again as she persisted with a straight, hook, and uppercut three-piece.
I feinted as if I'd tripped after dodging the final strike. Falling back, I stared wide-eyed at Velasco reeling in her arm, then saw her adopt a similar gaze once I arched my back and planted my hands on the ground to then push off of my quasi-handstand with everything I had.
After snapping out my legs, my heels dug into Velasco's ribs, contouring her body around my foot as her momentum halted and reversed from the force of my kick. Pushing her back a single step.
Without pause, I pushed forward the instant the ground returned to my feet with my leg raised. And with a thrust of the hips, I drove my foot into Velasco's waist. Pushing her back another meter or so, only for her tenacious assault to resume with a powerful kick off the ground.
I sent out a high kick in response. A kick that she effortlessly sidestepped and countered by taking hold of the back of my raised thigh and sweeping my leg from under me. Slamming my back against the tiled arena with enough force to knock my head against the ground.
Now properly concussed, I struggled to lock on to Velasco's visage through my jarred vision before it suddenly darkened. Bringing about a stinging, burning pain that bloomed across my nose and cheeks.
Fortunately, however, that blow to my nose served to clear my vision just enough to see Velasco reaching back for another punch.
Though late, I dodged my head to the side just enough for her hammer fist to skim my cheek and impact against the ground with a subtle crack. Without pause, I started shrimping to wiggle my waist from under hers and attain the guard position.
With my legs now wrapped around her groin, it was far too easy to keep her rain of strikes out of reach. Amusingly so on my part and visibly frustrating on hers.
With a final missed swing at me, Velasco's frustrations grew to an all-time high. With a wrathful scream, hooked her arms around my legs and threatened to flip me over. Tossing my amiability aside, I countered with kick after kick to her chest and head. Forcing enough distance between us for me to roll backward out of safety.
Though, rather than give chase, she stood there in much the same way as she did before the match started. Fists balled, a scornful gaze aimed at me; and unlike before, a heaving chest pumping a loud, labored breath through her mouth.
Though, that wasn't to say that I had the advantage. I was still concussed and had taken some damage to my back and face that proved to be rather painful in this fragile body of mine.
Suddenly, the sharp reverberations of metal against stone ripped my concentration from my target. Thankfully, Velasco's attention had been similarly robbed, resulting in us simultaneously turning to the weapons clattering around the arena. Maces, swords, flails, and most eye-catching of all, daggers and spears.
Without thinking, I sidestepped and rolled to the right to pick up a dagger and slide it between my belt in the small of my back after recovering and lunging backward for a spear.
Velasco, on the other hand, dove forward for a short sword in front of her and resumed her charge.
With a backward handspring, I finally manage to retrieve my primary weapon and sent out a thrust on the rebound.
Seeing the danger before her, Velasco slammed her foot into the ground and jumped out the way. Deftly dodging the spearhead by a hairs-breadth. Unrelenting, I continued sending thrust after thrust her way, forcing the Staff Sergeant on the defensive.
Though my strikes rarely hit their mark, the constant bobbing and weaving served to worsen Velasco's fatigue all the same. Something she surely grew to notice, as she began ducking and sidestepping her way closer to me.
Grinning wide at her actions, I swept the spear horizontally overhead, causing her scowl to grow deeper before she ducked and length forth in preparation to stab me all the way through.
Just as Velasco's arm shot forth like a piston, I released the spear and reached behind my back as I sidestepped, then kicked off the ground towards her with a thrust of my own prepared. As I hoped, she too sidestepped to the right to dodge my feint. Right into a roundhouse that cleanly connected with Velasco's neck and jaw.
As she stumbled to the side a bit, I hastily pulled my foot to the ground and reached my left hand skyward to catch my weapon with a resound, numb-inducing smack.
Capitalizing on her opening, I gripped the weapon just below the head and pulled back as I lunged forward with a guttural scream.
Though the spear didn't penetrate, the force behind my attack was concentrated into the spearhead's point and sent through her mana skin with what felt like little resistance. Her back buckled as she was forced back and down to a knee; however, she kept pushing.
And so, I pushed. I moved my grip further back on the haft and used leverage to push her to the ground. And when that failed, I stopped pushing and thrust my hips forward, stamping her face with my boot.
With that, Velasco let out a guttural scream of her own as she rocked onto her back.
Following her lead, I tossed the spear aside and jumped onto her, pinning her arms to the ground with my knees before I started pummeling her with the dagger's pommel again and again.
Ignoring the mind-numbing thumps impacting against the top and back of my head, I continued assaulting Velasco's mana skin until visible cracks started forming on the vibrantly blue surface.
The skin finally shattered into trillions of glass-like particles just as a particularly mind-numbing kick slammed into the back of my head. In desperation, I remembered the lingering whispers that plagued me when using my most powerful reinforcement spell and found a bit of rage in my subconscious to latch onto.
Seething and screaming, I cast aside my perception of visible light and focused only on the atmosphere of slush-like energy surrounding us and contouring our bodies into abstract outlines.
Using all of my strength, I brought the pommel down on the depression of energy that was her eye.
After feeling a distant, wet crunch and feeling her body squirm beneath me, I brought the pommel down again on the other depression. Then again on the L-shaped contour that was her throat before I tossed the dagger aside as well.
After prying one of her hands from her face without resistance, I took my time in establishing an armbar and consequently shattered her elbow. Eliciting a hoarse scream of bloody murder that transitioned to one of pure rage in the next instant. Only to be canceled out by my heel swiftly ramming into her jaw, knocking her out cold.
Finally.
With my sudden relaxation, the damage that'd been pushed back to my near-subconscious came rushing forward. My chest and back, nose, and most of all, my head was painfully pounding like the steps of a giant.
So, I tossed Velasco's arm aside and laid there for a few seconds. Fighting the pain to the back of my mind and waited until my vision cleared to a manageable level.
Within a few moments or minutes, the distant cheers of the crowd began to grow louder and louder, and a few seconds later, I felt a firm grip embrace me around the shoulder.
My reflexes kicked in at that moment, bringing my leg up and around towards whoever was touching me. Only for another hand to catch me around the ankle.
Focusing my eyes brought Law's incensed visage into view. He was holding my ankle, blocking my leg from hitting a hooded and masked figure leaning over my head.
"I'll give you a pass because you're on the brink of consciousness, but you'll be punished and disqualified if you attempt to assault my subordinates again."
Even if I could've, I wouldn't have paid his threat any mind. My hand still would've been raised and I still would've put nearly all my effort into muttering. "The… ring."
I saw his blurred brows curl in displeasure before they rose in curiosity. Then, he reached down and slipped the ring off my finger. Releasing the blockade imposed upon my mana well.
The sudden wave of death mana blooming from my body seemed to unconsciously force Law and his subordinate back a meter or two. However, I could hardly pay them any mind at that point. As the torturous process of having my bones and organs shift back into place and stitch themselves together plagued the arena with a symphony of cracking and bones and horrid screams that ended with the taste of iron lingering in the air and a healthy; but bloodied, half-elf amiably standing in the center of the arena.
Once Velasco was carried off, Law turned to me and monotonously said. "Congratulations on your victory." Before jerking his thumb over his shoulder to a corridor leading below the bleachers. "Rest up in there and wait for the others to finish their matches."
Although I didn't see the point in not allowing us to view the other matches after going ourselves, I followed his instructions and migrated to a spacious, underground lounge. Dozens of booths, tables, and sofas were arranged around the perimeter of the room while a food bar took up the center space.
Looking around, I saw Abulot brooding in the far corner. So I moved to the opposite end to go through the new questions burning in my mind before I meditated the time away.
After some time, a cascade of thunderous steps began to creep into my senses, stirring me from my half-conscious state just in time to see all the big wigs enter and gaze about the lounge with mixed looks of excitement and expectation.
"Congratulations on making it to the end of the assessment," Grandmaster Vilignin said. "First, I want to assure you all that there is no risk of you being mortally wounded in this final test. Your opponent will show restraint in that regard, but will not hold back otherwise. Your scores thus far have been used to match you with an enemy that will challenge the lot of you.
"Or, so we hope." She smirked, then stepped aside with a gesture to Law.
"The conditions for the assessment are as follows," he said. "Your opponent will remain idle while you showcase the offensive capabilities of each of your magical affinities. After that, you are to showcase the defensive capabilities before defeating your opponent in any way you can. You are allowed to heal yourself or be healed no more than three times during your match. Healing more than three times, admitting defeat, or losing consciousness will result in twenty-five out of fifty points being deducted from your total score.
"Furthermore," Law added with a raised finger. "The order in which you will fight has been decided by the spectators above. So, if there are no questions, we ask that Rosso DaVinci make his way to the arena.
"As for the rest of you, remain here and await your turn"
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