Ravi had already run out of the venue, but the nobles were still stunned and unresponsive. Obviously, they did not know the rules of the competition in advance.

"If you fight melee, you will be denied if you take the initiative to surrender or lose your combat ability..."

Alfred repeated the rule, thinking about it.

Before entering the venue, the participants were asked to take off their armor and the weapons in their hands were replaced by wooden ones. They kept standing there stupidly for a while. But when they waited, no new staff came over. Only then did people slowly realize that the competition had really begun.

The audience in the stands began to talk. No matter what, the game was a bit too perfunctory.

The contestants on the field finally showed their attitude towards the battle one after another. If it were an ordinary competition, the person who reacted first would definitely take the opportunity to raid other contestants in order to get the initiative. However, these people on the field were all nobles and were extremely etiquette, even the competition was no exception. What's more, there were hundreds of contestants, and even if one successfully attacked one, they might not be able to last until the end. The failure of the competition was only a temporary matter, but if they were looked down upon by other nobles from now on, it would be a lifelong thing. Therefore, although the competition had already been announced, no one was fighting with them when everyone was ready.

However, at the moment when the competition really began, more than twenty nobles rushed towards the son of the Duke of Normandy from all directions!

"I get it! This was Scipio's plan from the beginning!"

Alfred suddenly realized and patted his thigh. Hestein, who was beside him, nodded silently, obviously he had discovered something.

"A normal one-on-one competition must be the strongest person who stays for the end. But once you enter the melee, it is hard to say who can stay for the end. The more you are the more likely you are to be besieged by other players. And Ravi's introduction just now is actually creating a highly anticipated player!"

Alfred's analysis was correct. On the field, the people who had just been highlighted by Ravi were more or less besieged, and several of them had their weapons removed and left the field tragically.

"Since this is the arrangement, it means that the contestants have confidants arranged by Scipio. According to the players just now, the most likely thing is-"

Alfred unconsciously thought of the Baron Bedford in bearskin. Among the series of players introduced by Ravi, only the introduction of him was the most perfunctory. But when he stood up excitedly and was about to find Baron Bedford in the crowd, he happened to see the Baron Bedford being beaten hard on his head and fell to the ground without saying a word.

“…Is my analysis wrong?”

Alfred scratched his head and sat back on the chair.

"As long as she ensures that the championship of this competition does not fall into the hands of others, she will not have to worry about engagement, and can also see the sister of the Count of Ile-de-France." Hestein analyzed on the side, "It is certain to secretly manipulate the game process, but since she asked you, there is no need to arrange someone to go on her own. Who do you think someone will participate in the competition on your behalf?"

Alfred pointed to the field of the game: "Ayn Gail, the short man who covered his body with a black robe. Speaking of which, he was indeed very perfunctory when he was introduced just now."

Meli, who was alias Ain Gael, was moving on the field with difficulty. Someone was launching a stormy attack on him with a wooden sword. In contrast, her sword technique not only seemed clumsy, but also was too slow. On several occasions, the opponent's sword broke through her defense and hit her body. Each hit would make her body heavier.

"It seems he has encountered some difficulties." Hestein told the truth.

"Yes, I encountered some difficulties," said Alfred. "It would be quite painful for her to suppress her magic from being noticed."

“MUL Qua Diiv (Dragon Soul Awakening).”

Meli pressed the sound to the buzzing sound of a mosquito and released the magic. The magic was carefully flowing out of her body bit by bit, like a small grain of sand blew from the wind, without attracting the attention of others.

Among the contestants, few people had reached the "natural" level of magic. Even if Meli casts magic with all her might, no one could notice the flow of magic. But she was not guarding against these contestants, but the people in the audience. She had to guard against the eyes and mouths of these people. The Allmany Federation was already in the sphere of influence of the Tianfang Church, so it was fine if Alfred, but she could not be noticed by the apostles no matter what.

She has been hiding from the apostles for hundreds of years. This is how she has lived for hundreds of years.

Under the influence of magic, her skin under her burqa began to be covered by dragon scales one by one, which could protect her from being injured by wooden weapons. Her dynamic vision, reaction ability and speed were also enhanced exponentially with the help of magic. The opponent's attack began to gradually fail to hit her. The next problem was how to defeat the enemy who attacked her just right, without turning him into a meat pie, or flying directly to the audience.

"Retaliate? Come on? Why don't you fight back?" The opponent did not realize that he was at a disadvantage at all and provoked her excitedly, "I am the fastest sword in the Allmani Federation! Do you want me to slow down and let you stab a sword?"

——Did you stab a sword?

Meli looked at the wooden sword in her hand, turned the sword head and looked at the rough hilt, and finally decided not to use it on both sides. This was a martial arts competition, and the prize was fake, so there was no reason to kill a nobleman from the Almany Federation for this.

Do you want to put the sword on the ground and trip him up on purpose? Or try to push him to the ground with your palm?

Just when Meli was worried about this, she saw a person rushing up behind her opponent and knocking her down from behind.

Meli sighed. This kind of thing had happened several times so far. She could only organize her spirits and welcome her new opponents.

However, the new opponent's attack was looser than any previous opponent.

"I am Baron Aub. I just watched your battle. To be honest, with your ability, I think I will be eliminated soon. And, I may be seriously injured."

He quietly said to Mellie in his voice.

"So, do you want to join forces with me? There are four people left in this round of competition, which can fully accommodate the two of us."

"Do you secretly join forces in the melee? Isn't this the etiquette of your nobles?"

"Etiquette is only before and after the battle, and when it comes to the battle, it will only lead to a crushing defeat!"
Chapter completed!