Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 109 - 100: Lanci Himself Takes the Stage_1

The golden afternoon sunshine that was originally shining through the wooden window was now piercing through the dust in the venue. The floor was filled with a hint of gunpowder, occasionally making a creaking sound, like a scream in the silence.

However, the atmosphere gradually eased as Lanci replaced Frey, chose to sincerely apologize to everyone, and emotionally analyzed the cause and conclusion of the misunderstanding.

Through continuous efforts to communicate, the atmosphere in the venue gradually eased a bit.

A cool breeze blew between the old doors, and the bamboo curtains made a rustling sound, like a gentle lullaby. It eased the irritable mood of the fighters in the venue during this naptime.

Lanci’s unhurried words, along with his friendly attitude, which was completely different from Frey’s, seemed to make the fighters feel that perhaps they could indeed retreat a step.

"..."

For a while, Hyperion didn’t quite know how to judge the combination of Frey and Lanci.

Frey almost blew the roof off when he first came in. After Lanci took over, the others naturally didn’t see the harm in opening a window.

After a period of negotiation,

Cervini frowned and pointed to Frey standing in the distance, saying:

"You guys went too far just now; this guy must be banned from playing, never allowed back on. If you agree, then I’ll accept and have another match with you!"

No matter what, seeing Frey now made Cervini even more angry!

She would never allow this despicable guy, who doesn’t have the Spirit of Martial Combat, back on their fighting stage, even if the other side guaranteed the fairness of the duel this time.

"No problem, Frey is banned."

Lanci promised Cervini.

Hyperion stood back, watching the fluctuating situation in confusion.

She felt that the situation was gradually settling down under Lanci’s control.

But there was a more ominous premonition.

Next,

Lanci took out paper and pencil from his jacket pocket and went to the fighters’ side. With their approval, he wrote down detailed clauses for the duel.

Eventually, it got to the point where the fighters were slightly embarrassed.

Compared with the deceitful and unscrupulous Frey, Lanci was indeed sincere and reasonable.

"...so the most important rule is not to use hidden weapons, explosives or magic tools other than Magic Cards in a fair duel taking place in the Shadow World."

"The Fighters’ Club will take responsibility for any damage to buildings resulting from a duel, and the Student Management Committee is not responsible."

This was the embodiment of the Spirit of Martial Combat.

Lanci then walked back to where Frey and Hyperion were.

"Lanci, do you need me to do anything?"

Hyperion asked worriedly.

She was the only spectator on the scene who knew the composition of Lanci’s Magic Card.

Without teammates to distract and accumulate enough pre-set wrath, using [Basic Etiquette] (Kneeling) in combination with [Great Love Poet] would almost never faint Cervini due to wrath, it would only make her go berserk.

To use [Wonderful Note] (Sound of Purgatory), it was also questionable how long the "Rigidity" trick could hinder a Sixth-order like Cervini. She would only need a short time to kill Lanci instantly.

In short, even though Lanci’s solo ability is not weak among the third-orders, he simply could not win against someone of higher orders without the cooperation of his teammates!

"Relax, Hyperion."

Lanci just smiled.

Seemingly convinced that there was no need for them to say any more between them.

...

One minute later,

With the commencement of a new match, the tense atmosphere in the venue was gradually replaced by a respectful and expectant derby atmosphere.

The traces of abrasion on the old wooden walls in the four corners of the venue looked even more vivid, as if they were reminiscing about past glories.

The two sides of the match were already standing on an undamaged open space in the distance.

This place was more suitable for a fair, liberating, full-fledged duel.

Cervini and Lanci stood face to face from a distance, their focused expressions adding a solemn atmosphere to the entire scene.

"Lanci, I repeat, I will go all out and consider you as a formidable opponent."

"Thanks in advance, Senior Sister Cervini."

Every courtesy they paid, every expression they showed, was filled with serious attitudes towards this competition and respect and regard for their counterparts.

"Duel—begin!"

This loud voice was like a sharp blade, slashing through the silence of the venue.

The booming voice of the referee echoed in the venue, declaring the beginning of the duel between the two!