I Will Survive Till The End: Blood Extermination Academy-Chapter 112: Quality Over Quantity

Arc 2, Chapter 112 — Quality Over Quantity.

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Battle One!... BATTLE ONE!

"Come on now, let’s get this show on the road!"

"Dammit, what the hell is the host doing? The whole things Friggin’ killing me. Start the match already!"

Several people grumbled and murmured, but dared not speak loudly.

Who is the Host?... No, who are the Hosts the Order allows to oversee these competitions?

Do you think they have peanut power for strength? Even the Department Heads themselves must remain cautious around the discrete group of people labelled as Arena Hosts.

That’s why although many had a mouth load of rants to throw at the Host, they dared not.

Now, the stage was set and it was time for the grand finale to begin.

In a corner, Shugo, Leo, Rayna, and several other Bloodren 10s watched without blinking an eyelash.

Victorio’s members were perched in their own corner, cruel smiles now decorating their faces.

Din, din, din~

The unhurried footsteps of the combatants was all many could hear... just for this brief moment when the arena turned silent.

There it was!—The host raised his hand, releasing the signal they’ve all been waiting for.

Fight!

The veiny streaks of rivers in the pupils of the spectators seemed to stretch out even more across their eyeballs.

But for Levon, this moment was suffocating.

’I’m nowhere stronger than he. But if I—’ Levon’s thought already ran, as he jumped black several steps, planning to activate his shard once he was at a safe enough distance.

But what next, was something that left him and the crowd shocked silly.

What did they just see?

Victorio walked calmly in one direction, looking at the ground deeply. And then...

"Oh, no~" He spoke with pretentious dramatics. "Would you look at that? It seems I’ve accidentally crossed over the Ring... Alas... a loss is a loss, isn’t it?"

[Levon]:....

[Host]:....

[Crowd]:....

(Silence)

Who am I? Where am I? What am I?

The expressions of the masseuse morphed into something unfathomable and ferocious.

They just couldn’t believe Victorio’s audacity.

For crying out Loud, can’t you make your intentions a little more believable? Never in their lives have they seen such bad acting!

You want to say you crossed the Ring accidentally? Then why did you search and look for the line before crossing over it just now?

Who are you deceiving? Do they look like a bunch of 4-year-old to him or something?

While many were flabbergasted, the host rolled his eyes heavenwards.

"Winner: LEVON BELMONT."

So you, the Host, will really accept this as a win? Why? If someone willingly and intentionally crosses the line, shouldn’t the victory be considered null and void?

[Crowd]:....

They had no proof, but swore they smelled foul play. So was it because of Victorio or Levon that the Host accepted this victory?

[The innocent Levon]:....

The way the masses were dissecting his body with their laser-focused eyes, made him feel the urge to protest.

Excuse him... but he really knew nothing of this matter, okay?

Time stood frozen in place, as the masses still couldn’t get over this matter.

And then—

"FUCK THAT VERDICT!" Someone blurted out uncontrollably.

And without knowing it, the speaker caused a catatonic reaction that made history within the arena.

When have you ever heard anyone dared to protest against a verdict?

But now, because of the unjustness they felt in their bones, the entire arena rose from their seats with eyes as hot and fiery like the sun itself.

"Screw your Mother! I DON’T ACCEPT IT!"

"Shee-it! I would rather drink my own piss than accept that! Do you know how long I’ve been holding my gallbladder for this Fight?"

"Hmph! Listen here little boy... you will fight and you will give me what I desire, even if I have to control you like a puppet!"

Some already pointed at Victorio menacingly. Do you know how much desire has welled up in their hearts for this final ultimate battle?

If you knew you were not going to satisfy them, why the heck did you even show up to fight?

For the first time, the arena was chaotic.

"Screw your flat-chested Great-Grandmother!"

"God Dammit, I wanna kill something!"

"So you mean I sacrificed my precious time to watch this top match, only to have you pull this flippin stunt and you expect me to just accept it like that?"

"You lie—Victorio Louche! Just who the hell do you think you are? Don’t think we are so blind that we cannot see your actions?"

"That’s it... my hands are becoming itchy. I suddenly want to beat this bastard till he cant make out his left from his right!"

"Com’on, don’t hold me back! What top-Bloodren? If you ask me, He’s nothing more than chicken...a weak-livered chicken!"

"Son of a FISH! You there! Levon Belmont IS IT? What the hell are you waiting for? Drag this shameless back and pulverize him to death!"

[Levon]:... "_"

Erm... Can he say that he is the one who has the most to benefit from the situation staying this way?

In the end, wasn’t he now qualified to move onto Phase 2 thanks to Victorio’s little stunt?

Levon shook his head wryly, feeling that Victorio’s actions were getting more and more unreadable.

Then, an unsettling distant crackle caused Levon to freeze.

What was that just now? Levon tilted his head strangely at Victorio.

The entire world seemed to be roaring down at the arena’s stage, but it seemed like only he and Victorio were here at this moment.

"Levon Belmont," Victorio began, his voice a slithering suffocation of power. "I have no intention of fighting you in your current state."

Levon understood what he meant.

Indeed, he was too weak to last even 3 minutes against Victorio, talk less of staying 15 minutes.

They say: Quantity can never trump Quality.

No matter how he planned and schemed, in the face of true strength, his efforts will be lost—especially since he couldn’t maintain his Shard ability for long.

So why bother to fight at all?

Victorio was not interested in Fighting the current Levon.