Chapter 342 Dela Myre

Just as the commentator's voice echoed through the coliseum, wild and theatrical, back in Group B's preparation room, things were on the verge of exploding.

Tension rippled like an unseen storm. 

The nobles of the Lionheart Kingdom were visibly bristling, some gripping sword hilts, others standing as if daring the newcomers to push them further. 

The commoners—though many furious—stayed seated.

The newcomers from the Earth Dragon Kingdom remained smug, some chuckling under their breath, others silently scanning the room with thinly veiled contempt.

Then—

A voice boomed from outside the waiting room.

"Anyone who raises a weapon here will be immediately disqualified."

It was calm.

Firm.

But undeniable.

A command that made the room stiffen like stone.

"You have little time," the voice continued. "Make use of it preparing."

Everyone froze.