''ROUND 2 IS OVER!'' Lyon shouted.
*CHEERS*
*CLAPS*
The audience was clapping loudly, and the volume of the claps shook the earth and made the walls shake.
Lyon smiled, ''Only 256 teams are remaining. Round 3 and the final round of today will begin!''
...
Everyone has gathered in their stands once again.
But since over half of the teams have been already eliminated, it was pretty obvious.
''Our next fight will be against Slickland— who will be fighting in that?'' Giron asked.
''How strong are they?'' Michael asked.
''Decent, one Middle Martial Captain, one low, and Peak Martial Leader.''
''I will take this.'' Sariel suddenly said.
''No, I will!'' Michael roared.
''You already took the Battle Royale.'' Sariel snorted and said.
Giron nodded, ''Sariel, you go.''
Sariel smiled.
Michael scoffed and crossed his arms in displeasure.
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