Chapter 94: Abstention
“Thank you! I’ll gratefully accept it then,” Tyr said sincerely, showing a smile, then asked with some curiosity.
“Actually, I’ve been curious about the many rings on your fingers for a long time. I remember the storage ring on your left hand, but what about the five rings on your right hand? Are they all storage rings?”
“Well, you can think of it as the switch for when I unleashed that forbidden technique at the time. I think you can understand it that way,” she explained.
“Uh…” Tyr nodded as if he understood, though not entirely. Dragon Slayer, not bothering to explain much, exerted force and kicked towards Tyr’s shins.
“Alright, hurry back now. Let me see your swordsmanship, and I’m very curious about the usefulness of this sword too.”
“Alright, by the way, do you want to meet the martial artist from the ‘Heart Fist School’ when the time comes? I can pass on a message for you.”
“……” The Dragon Slayer pondered for a moment, then shook his head without speaking, but Tyr understood what he meant.
“Well then, I’ll take my leave.”
“Yeah, hurry back.”
The following were intense battles, whether it was the martial artists’ seasoned experience and incredible counter techniques or the terrifying power and unique magic abilities demonstrated by the magical girls in their magic. This all got the audience excited. Even without these, just the figures of these girls were enough to satisfy most men’s eyes. It seemed intentional by various TV stations, as they often cut the camera more or less to some of the girls’ sexy parts. This effect was also very explosive, Tyr had watched for a while before, nodding secretly, thinking that the photography techniques of these TV stations were indeed quite good.
Afterward, Arena also took the stage. Tyr didn’t have high expectations because Arena could only be considered average at best, with decent talent at most. So, it was normal even if she lost.
As expected, Arena was defeated. Her opponent was a female martial artist who fought ruthlessly. Poor Arena was beaten so badly that she couldn’t find her bearings. Eventually, the staff had to step in and rescue her.
Tyr naturally scolded her afterward. After all, there was no need to force it in that kind of situation. It was better to concede early and prepare for the fourth round of matches. If she suffered any fatal injuries, she would regretfully have to withdraw from the stage.
That’s right, Tyr hasn’t given up on his group yet, because Arena’s outstanding resilience has moved both Nicholas and Simira. With their scores combined, they have maintained a total of forty points, which is quite high. Even Xuelian only has around thirty points. So, they still have a fighting chance. As long as they win convincingly, there is still hope.
Next up, Claude Cyril!
When everyone heard this name, all attention shifted to the handsome man gradually walking up. His tousled golden hair reflected a soft glow under the gradually yellowing sun. His eyes gleamed with a serious light, even a mortal could tell that this warrior was highly focused.
On the other side, approaching is a girl with green curly hair. A long, green dress flows with the breeze, creating a sense of emerging untainted from the mud as she walks.
“Alright! So, next up, we welcome from…”
“Wait! Master of ceremonies.”
The voice came from the girl with green curly hair, her sudden interruption immediately caught everyone’s attention, as interrupting the master of ceremonies in this kind of situation was a major taboo.
If it were any other master of ceremonies, they would naturally feel displeased, but Charles was a renowned gold-tier master of ceremonies in the Empire. He had seen all sorts of unexpected situations, so even if a demigod-level powerhouse suddenly caused trouble, he wouldn’t panic. He might even act as a live commentator and talk about it!
“Is there a problem? Miss Rachel from Mifetia.”
“I abstain.”
The girl’s response once again refreshed everyone’s attention, even causing Claude, who had been focused, to pause for a moment.
Male emcee Charles maintained his smile, although he felt puzzled inside. However, without any hesitation, he continued to inquire.
“Oh? Why abstain then? Miss Rachel has clearly reached this round now.”
“My warrior has left.”
“…At this point, if Charles were to ask again, he would be committing a major hosting taboo, which is delving into the background of someone who is about to leave, a meaningless and time-wasting endeavor. Moreover, if the girl were to throw out another question that would force Charles to continue asking, it would lead to a dead end, and the audience’s enthusiasm would decrease by half.”
This is something that must be avoided no matter what, so Charles chose to defer the questioning to the judges.
“This is indeed regrettable. Let’s see what the esteemed judges have to say.”
“It’s understandable that the warrior left due to reasons beyond our control. We can only lament such unexpected occurrences. Miss Rachel’s departure is regrettable, but your splendid performance has also proven your talent, making you a standout even in the northern reaches of the empire. Leave with pride.” Zamiyah summarized for all the judges, indicating that they too understood that scrutinizing others in such matters was a grave taboo.
Zamiyah made a summary for all the judges, evidently aware that questioning others in such matters was the gravest taboo.
