Chapter 284

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Chapter 284: Knight Tournament

"Don’t mind her, it’s her special hobby," Karoso waved his hand.

"Alright… with over a thousand people, I don’t know how we’ll fight," Aileen’s gaze was fixed on the arena.

This arena covers an area of 20,000 square meters, has a perimeter of 527 meters, and can hold 90,000 spectators.

It features a flat central area for performances, with rows of seating rising around it. There is no permanent roof, and it is not much different from the large sports stadiums seen in bullet comments; it just looks more ancient and grander.

When more than a thousand knights stood on the field, the scene was quite magnificent.

In the knight tournament, it is not just about fighting strength; winning the championship of a real battle is only one of many titles, and it is the honor that serious knights care about the most.

Besides the fixed aspect of individual bravery, there are always new twists in the knight competitions every year, constantly finding ways to attract the audience’s attention.

"The highly anticipated knight tournament opens today!" The host roared excitedly into a loudspeaker made from a magic wand.

"Oh!"

The audience began to cheer, and the sound was deafening.

Countless firework tubes exploded, and ribbons floated above the audience, with many ribbons drifting down to the field.

The strangest thing about the Pande Empire is that it doesn’t use machines, yet it can do everything that machines can do.

Whether it’s a microphone or printing newspapers, it can all be done through magic.

In the words of Grand Duke Osiris, it’s like taking off your pants to fart.

Some things cost too much to achieve with magic, and the Pande Empire is too stubborn.

"Today is the triannual basic selection! Not everyone can be called a knight. On this first day, we will eliminate those who want to take advantage of the situation. When you stand on this field but do not have the right to be here, you can only leave in shame!" The host shouted again, "In the name of the Knight King, only those who remain can be called knights!"

Karoso crossed his arms and said nothing.

Aileen stood beside Karoso and felt something was wrong, "What does this mean? Not everyone can be called a knight, right? The most important thing about being a knight is the spirit of knighthood, not just who is the strongest."

"Do you remember what I told you yesterday?" Karoso looked at Aileen and said, "The knight tournament has changed for the worse."

From the host’s words, it was clear that many people no longer respected knights; instead, they treated them like beasts of the arena, slaves to the spectacle.

Everyone comes to spend money to watch the show, not to see how knights overcome obstacles to earn their honor.

Even a loser, who possesses the spirit of knighthood and is a true knight, will be laughed at and booed off the stage because they lack strength.

Not everyone is a noble like Karoso, or rather, truly powerful nobles, for the sake of their reputation, do not participate in such competitions.

Standing on this arena feels like they are all clowns, just there for people to watch.

Many newly appointed knights from the past three years still do not understand the seriousness of the situation; in their hearts, the Knight Tournament is still wonderful.

Some knights who have fallen on hard times hope to regain their glory through this competition.

Some ordinary adventurers, those whose job is to be a knight, want to win some rewards and even move up in the world to become a true noble knight, rather than just a Professional Knight.

Even a knight whose blood has not yet cooled, when he walks out of the arena, will he feel that the audience in the arena is worth protecting? Will they feel regret and strive to be better knights, or will they decide to grow stronger and wait for the next chance to take revenge? No one knows.

"Um…" Aileen frowned slightly.

Not to mention anything else, she hated the host’s tone.

The Knight King cares about the spirit of the knights, not just their bravery.

By speaking in the name of the Knight King, does he not fear being sentenced to death?

"So, let us warmly welcome today’s opening ceremony!" The host’s gaze fell on over a thousand knights, "Now, everyone must pass a basic test to prove that you have the strength that a knight should possess, the strength to protect the common people and the nation!"

"So… lift yourselves up!"

As soon as the host spoke, there were boos from the audience.

"Huh? Lift myself up? How do I do that?"

"I won’t lift, I won’t lift, hahaha!"

"Can you show us how to lift first?"

"Okay, okay, I was just joking." The host shook his head, "If I could lift myself, I would go down and compete. They should make that the challenge, then I would be the champion, right?"

"Hahahahaha…"

The audience burst into laughter, thinking the host was quite funny.

"Now, let’s get to the main event. Today’s opening topic is… oh, is it really this?" The host took out a piece of paper and made a surprised face, "Let’s take a look at the latest research results of the Laria Chamber of Commerce, created in collaboration with the Wizard Association, The Gate of Hell!"

"Everyone must enter this Gate of Hell, where there will be an opponent slightly stronger than you, just a tiny bit stronger! From this perspective, being at the peak of sixth-tier is quite an advantage, because it definitely can’t simulate a seventh-tier monster…"

"Each person can only use two cards, not limited to Sword Shield. As long as you defeat yourself, you can come out."

Buzz!

At that moment, a huge magic circle appeared, and a large door slowly emerged from the magic circle, looking as if a messenger of light was about to enter.

Uh… I might be giving away my age.

To get back to the point.

This is a teleportation magic circle; it looks very impressive, but in fact, this magic circle has been used for over a hundred years, and the things that are teleported are just different each time.

After using The Gate of Hell, it can also be rented out or sold.

Its appearance is just an advertisement for all schools and countries capable of nurturing large-scale professional armies.

Boom!

The Gate of Hell slowly opened, revealing a red light curtain, as if entering another world.

"This thing is not perfect yet; only a hundred people can enter at a time." The host spoke loudly, "Now, let us invite the first group of knights to challenge themselves!"

……

Outside.

"Come, come! This is a special food from the Kingdom of Persia, and there are only thirty servings left, until they are gone!" Kirmin shouted energetically.

"I’ll take one."

"Sure!" Kirmin took out a bag of snacks and handed it over, but she couldn’t help but freeze for a moment when she saw the customer’s face.

She looked at the dark-hooded elf in front of her, as if she were looking in a mirror.