Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 235 - 224: Talia is Forced to Restore the Glory of the Demon Race_1

Amid the rolling flashes of lightning within the dark clouds, a white streak shot across the sky, illuminating the faces of all those present in the square.

"What are you afraid of? Have you forgotten their strength?!"

Kuise barked out at his companions who showed signs of apprehension.

With a mere two days, it was impossible for the intimidation to make up for the glaring difference in raw power.

No matter how strange the adversaries appeared, direct confrontation would suffice, just like the beatings they had given them two days prior.

Hearing this, the fighters of the Royal Arolan Academy quickly rallied, exchanging determined looks with each other.

Strength and weakness would be revealed at first sight!

Simultaneously, a deafening thunderous noise exploded, conveying the anger of the sky and striking at the heart.

The thunder, the battle in the arena, the screams, and the clashes of metal meshed into an alarming symphony.

The battle suddenly erupted!

A member of the Demon King’s Special Slaughter Troops charged at the nearest fighter, raising his heavy sword directly towards the opponent’s neck.

"!!"

The fighter reacted swiftly, performing a side roll with his body soaked in cold sweat, narrowly avoiding the lethal strike.

He immediately struck back, unleashing a punch that stirred a wave of fierce energy.

But it seemed that the opponent’s heavy armor absorbed most of the damage.

However.

The odd thing was that despite being hit, the opponent remained immobile, sneering at him as if he didn’t feel any pain.

He looked even more enormous under the pitch-black heavy armor, and a grin tugged at the corners of his mouth under his blood-red eyes as he raised his heavy sword again, aiming to split him in two.

The fighter from Arolan, feeling something was seriously wrong, quickly performed a backflip to distance himself.

"Tsk, you lucked out this time."

The fighter from Ichrite, wielding his heavy sword, mocked coldly.

The fights of the other fighters unfolded similarly; the five from Ichrite showed no reaction to injury or pain, and every blow they dealt was aimed to kill. If they did not aim for the neck, then they aimed for the waist, or perhaps they outright sought to crush their opponents’ heads with the broad sword.

As a result, the fighters from Arolan were somewhat hesitant to fight them upfront and started retreating to engage in guerrilla warfare.

"You cowards! What are you scared of?!"

Kuise, the six-order fighter, was not afraid at all. He led the charge, fiercely cursing at his companions who were slowly withdrawing. He even had the air of taking on all five opponents himself.

The other fighters from Arolan, thinking about the difference in raw strength between the two sides, gritted their teeth, suppressed their anxiety, and charged again.

"The Demon King’s Army is gaining the upper hand once again! This innate savagery and pain shield, the intensity is just too high."

Lavisseir’s passionate commentary echoed throughout the entire stadium.

"Cough, cough, it’s the team representing Ichrite Academy."

The other commentator quickly corrected him.

"Oh, yes. Actually, looking at it from another perspective, perhaps it’s because Lanci’s tactical arrangements are very good, but facing these five executioners from the Demon King’s Army, what can the fighters from the other side do?"

"It’s the team representing Ichrite Academy."

"Uh."

Lavisseir seemed to have gotten used to it.

It took him a while to enunciate the proper name every time he referred to the Ichrite’s side.

"Dem...Dem..."

"Ichrite."

"Right, the team representing Ichrite. You all know what that means."

The students and audience in the stands, at first found the style a bit bizarre, but now seeing the fiery and spectacle-filled fight, they all started chanting and cheering uproariously.

In the midst of the deafening noise.

Talia, who was originally held by Hyperion, was now tightly grasping Hyperion’s hand.

She buried her head, desperately afraid of others noticing that she knew Lanci or the similarity between her and the Great Love Poet.

"Hyperion, shall we go home?"

Talia proposed in a low voice.

"Tata, are you feeling unwell?"

Hyperion felt that Talia’s palm was a bit chilly.

"I..."

Talia didn’t know how to explain.

Hyperion still didn’t know that she was Hyperion’s aunt or that she was from the Demon Race.

Talia even heard the surrounding students yelling cheerfully for the Demon King’s Army.

This strange place made her feel that every moment was torture.

She was a law-abiding citizen, she hadn’t planned any resurrection plans for the Demon King’s Army nor had she instigated Lanci to do these things...