บท 1659: Come At Me Together

The original 250 members were reduced into 33.

Varian expected to face difficult opponents. He wanted to show off his strength, piss off people and lure them into challenging him.

The competition and its structure were irrelevant to him. He just wanted shards. 

Shards, shards, shards!

Unfortunately, what happened next was just tragic.

{125 out of 250 are promoted to the 2nd round. 

62 duels, 1 bye.

Blade gets the Bye.}

'A set up. This is definitely a set up.'

Varian sat in the stands, lowering his face and clenching his fists. A thick killing intent emanated out of him as he gazed at the ranked princes fighting. 

"F-Fuck!"

"What the hell is that creepy gaze?"

The ones fighting the duels felt as if they were treated like a piece of meat to be devoured.

What's wrong with this bastard? Why did Princess Eshala raise someone crazy like him?