"Let's go over the format again." The emperor announced to 600 people from the top of a hilltop. He, the elites, and the special forces soldiers stood above a sizeable 200-by-200-foot training arena.
It was a lifeless area with a brown dirt floor enclosed by 18-foot t-walls.
Inside the walls were two soldiers—Brad Hall, the calm blonde athlete elite, and Aaron Levingston, the red-haired man who gave the demonstration after him.
"The fight will continue until someone is injured or deemed dead." Kaze announced, "The winner will get the healing technique and will heal the wounded.
Your job is to calm them and yourselves down with the technique to facilitate the process.
After that, the fight is concluded, and both will get the technique.
Are there any questions?"
"I do." General Michaels announced boldly, "Won't these techniques destroy the walls?"
"You needn't worry about that." The emperor smiled, "I've placed a barrier over them.
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