Alpha Damien’s Trouble Maker Novel

Chapter 155 Selene 5 There were about twenty groups in the overall challenge, and each group consisted of ten warriors, which meant that two hundred contestants would be thrown into chaos one round at time. In order for the challenge to be considered fair, each person had to choose a number on their own without interference, and once that number was chosen, there was no exchanging it with anyone from another group, no matter how much you regretted your luck. If you were number one, then you were number one, and there was no escaping it.

You could not bring any protective amulet into the fight, you could not use spiritual power of any kind, and you could not even shift into your wolf form to gain the advantage of heightened strength and speed, because in this found you had to rely purely on your physical skills and instincts if you wanted to survive and move forward. Those were the rules of the challenge, and the host had made sue every single one of us understood them clearly.

I stood with my arms crossed as I stared at the warriors of the first round, the contestants who had drawn number one and were now being led into a massive arena that resembled a boxing ring, only far larger and far more brutal. The walls of the enclosure were high and reinforced, and while the rest of us we allowed to watch from a distance, it was strictly forbidden for any contestant whose number had not been called to approach the fighting grounds. The separation was intentional, both to prevent interference and to build tension among those waiting for their turn.

A sharp whistle cut through the air from a distance where the officials stood, far enough that their words could not be heard, and the moment that sound echoed across the arena, the first match began. The warriors inside shouted as they charged at one another, steel clashing against steel almost instantly as blade met with violent force. Within seconds, the first cries of pain rang out, and I could already see blood staining the ground as several contestants. stumbled back with fresh wounds. I leaned back against a stone pillar nearby, my posture relaxed even as chaos unfolded before me.

Beside me, Miles watched with curiosity and said, "This seems easy, right, Noah?" I tilted my head slightly without taking my eyes off the fight. "Its not as easy as you think," I replied calmly. "It is harder. than what most people realize." He glanced at me. "Is it hard for you?" "No," I answered bluntly, because that was the truth. However, I shifted my gaze slightly as I continued speaking. "Buthere are many consequences in this type of match that people fail to consider. One of the biggest consequences is that everyone in your group can turn on you at any moment.

If you have enemies in your round, or if the others decide that you are the strongest among them, they can silently agree to eliminate you first. And if all nine of them turn on you at once, en even a skilled fighter will struggle to survive." Almost as if the arena itself wanted to prove my point, the flow battle suddenly shifted. Several warriors who had been fighting individually began to reposition, their attention locking onto a single figure in the ring. One by one, they redirected their blades toward a lone woman standing near the center.

Their swords were raised as they advanced on her together. I recognized her immediately. She was the same woman who had shot an arrow at me earlier in the competition, back when I had been sitting calmly behind my protective barrier while the others slaughtered one another. She must have proven herself formidable in the first few exchanges of this round, because the others clearly saw her the greatest threat and had chosen to deal with her collectively. Steel flashed in the air as they lunged at her from multiple angle, and despite being surrounded, she moved with precision.

1/4 10:07 Sat, Feb 21 GGG. Chapter 155 80% 555 vouchers deflecting one strike while narrowly avoiding another. A faint smile touched my lips as I watched her hold her ground against overwhelming odds. She was strong. The woman in the arena did not look afraid even when nine blades were pointed in her direction, and instead of retreating, she calmly lifted her bow with steady hands and released an arrow straight into the throat of the first man who lunged at her.

He collapsed almost instantly, choking on his own blood, and before his body even touched the ground, she had already drawn another arrow and shot it cleanly through the eye of the second attacker. There was no hesitation in her movements and no wasted motion in her stance, and it was clear that she had long accepted the brutality of battles like this. "It is always smart to take the strongest out first." I said as I watched her eliminate yet another opponent.

"That way the weaker ones can fight without constantly looking over their shoulders in fear." Miles glanced at me, listening carefully, and I continued without taking my eyes off the arena. "Another reason why this fight is difficult is because if you are placed in a group filled with highly skilled fighters, your chance of surviving drops dramatically.

You cannot even rely on running, because if they are faster and more coordinated than you, they will corner you before you take three steps." Inside the ring, the weak were not spared either, because once the stronger warriors noticed an easy target, they struck without mercy. One man tried to crawl away after being slashed across the leg, but a sword pierced straight through his back before he could escape, and his scream of agony echoed loudly before it was abruptly silenced. Blood stained the ground in thick streaks, and the metallic scent of it lingered in the air.

"A lot of people will die in this round," I said plainly. I finally turned to look at Miles and Chloe, wanting to measure their reactions, but neither of them looked horrified or shaken by the scene unfolding in front of us. Instead, they stood here with the same composed expressions I wore, their gazes sharp and focused. "I know it will be easy for the two of you to defeat most of the people here," I began calmly, and they both looked at me in surprise, "but do not forget the most important thing." They waited for my next words. "If you cannot beat them, that is fine," I continued.

"Losing also means learning. I have lost many things in my life, yet I still pushed myself forward each time. What truly matters is your life. When you are about to be killed, when you know without a doubt that death is one strike away, give up." They both blinked at me. "Giving up in a match does not mean giving up on life," I added firmly. "It means protecting your life so you can grow stronger and return another day." I understood warriors far too well, because in my past life I had been a general who commanded countless battles, and I knew the pride that burned inside fighters.

They hated surrende because the world branded it as shameful, weakness, and as something unforgivable. But why should they care what the world thought? The world would not mourn them if they died foolishly trying to prove a point. The world could go and condemn itself for all I cared. Chloe and Miles stared at me with widened eyes, and I could see deep respect settling in their expressions. Miles was the first to speak. "I have never met anyone like you, Noah," he said thoughtfully.

"Sometimes it feels like I am talking to someone who has lived for a very long time." Chloe nodded in agreement, her earlier gloom momentarily forgotten. Normally, I would have ignored everyone and found a quiet comer to nap until my own round was called, but somewhere along the way I had grown attached to the two of them, and I did not want to see either of them die in this arena. 2/4 10:07 Sat. Feb 21 GCC. Chapter 155 65 vouchers Just then, the whistle blew sharply, cutting through the heavy aig and the crowd erupted into loud cheers that shook the very pillars of the arena.

I turned back toward the ring, and what saw made the outcome clear. All nine contestants lay dead on the blood soaked ground. Only one person remained standing. The archer. She was drenched in blood from head to toe, some of it hers boost of it not, and yet her expression remained calm and unreadable, as though she had simply finished a routine task raer than slaughtered nine opponents. Her breathing was steady, and her eyes held no remorse. I studied her carefully. She had fought exactly the way a true warrior should, doing wh was necessary without hesitation. And I could not deny it.

She had earned her victory. The host stepped forward gracefully, her heels clicking lightly against the stone as she raised her hand to quiet the roaring crowd, and a radiant smile spread across her face as though she ad just witnessed a performance rather than a massacre. "Congratulations, the winner is this stunning woman here." The crowd erupted into thunderous applause and cheers, theirlier tension dissolving into excitement as if bloodshed were nothing more than theater.

The archer gave a small, comped nod in acknowledgment of her victory before bending her knees and leaping out of the fighting enclosure with ease. The host clasped her hands together and laughed softly. "That was an amazing match," she purred, her eyes glimmering with satisfaction. "Truly interesting. Well, it should be interesting for some people, especially those who were wise enough to place their bets on her." A cunning smile curved her lips at that last sentence.

"Do not forget, if you bet on the winner, your return will be signicantly higher." At those words, parts of the crowd cheered loudly in triumph, clearly having gambled correctly, while others groaned in frustration and disappointment, cursing their poor judgment. Te host chuckled at the mixture of reactions, clearly entertained by both joy and despair alike. "Now," she continued, turning her gaze back toward the contestants, "it is time to move to the next fight.

The next number entering the arena will be number two." Excited murmurs rippled through the audience before swelling to cheers once again. Beside me, Miles rose to his feet and stretched his arms above his head as if preparing for nothing more than a casual spar. "I guess it is my turn now," Chloe forced a smile onto her face, and although it did not quite reach her eyes, I could see that her concern for him was genuine. "Good luck, Miles," she said softly. I glanced at her briefly before shifting my attention back to hin Miles nodded reassuringly.

"Do not worry about me," he said, his voice carrying that same innocent cheerfulness he always wore like a mask, He turned his gaze toward the massive fighting enclosure and starked faintly. "I just need a little exercise before coming 3/4 10:07 Sat, Feb 21 Chapter 155 back." Ղ 85%號 55 vouchers With that, he began walking toward the arena, his posture relaxed and unhurried, as though he were strolling into a garden rather than stepping into a battlefield where nine others would be trying to end his life.

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