Chapter 68 – De Law Intervenes

No long talk… No discussion… No formalities.

The battle erupted instantly, chaos igniting as each team fought tooth and nail to shield their Young Master or Mistress.

The four family representatives—Red, Green, Black, and White—stood back, watching with sharp eyes as their chosen warriors clashed violently on the stone platform. Everyone could identify their teammates by the colors they wore. The fight was a bloody, disordered scramble—green versus black, red versus white, fists and kicks flying with no alliances in sight.

A Green charged forward and slammed a punch into a Black's ribs, forcing the latter back with a quarter of his HP gone. But before he could regain balance, a Red pounced from behind and kicked him forward again. The Green prepared to strike, but a White came out of nowhere and tackled him to the ground.

The stunned Green scrambled to his feet—only for the Red to crush a boot into his face.

Bang!

Bang!

Again and again, the Red stomped, merciless and efficient.

Bang!

By the fifth stomp, the Green's HP hit zero and he burst into digital particles. The first elimination of the match—Team Red drew first blood.

"Bastard... Kill them all!" Lucky Black barked, eyes blazing as she threw another fighter into the fray. Now only two remained to guard her.

"Don't you dare ignore us!" Tom Green roared as Green surged into Black's ranks, fists flying. Moments later, another Black was down—one killed by Red, another by Green.

At the same time, White retaliated. Their counterattack was swift and brutal, taking down one Red and one Green with flawless precision.

Pang! Bang! Boom!

The audience howled in excitement, cheering as chaos unfolded. The scoreboard flickered:

Red: 7 points

White: 5

Green: 4

Black: 3

Nineteen players eliminated. Twenty-five remained. Then, with a surge of power and strategy, each family—except White—sent in one more fighter.

The moment those three entered, they all turned and charged toward the White camp like sharks sensing blood.

"They're going for the Young Miss!" a White team member shouted in panic.

White scrambled to retreat, rallying to form a tight shield around Carita. But it was too late. Red, Green, and Black had them surrounded.

It was a slaughter.

One by one, the Whites fell. Only two remained—Carita White and White Mage.

"You bastards! This is despicable! Ganging up on my family?" White Mage screamed, struggling to keep his composure.

Tom Green gave a casual shrug, pointing toward Lucky Black. "She suggested it."

"Haha! White Empress!" Lucky Black laughed, stepping forward. "Consider this revenge—for taking a weapon that rightfully belonged to me."

Then came the storm.

Lucky Black charged toward Carita while White Mage was bogged down by three attackers—Red, Green, and Black alike. The Red family wasn't done either; their kill count ticked upward, claiming more victories.

Current standing:

Red: 9 points

Green: 6

White: 5

Black: 5

Only 18 players remained: 7 Red, 5 Green, 4 Black… and 2 White.

Tom Green stole a glance at Godwin Red. "Not yet," he muttered before dashing toward White Mage. Lucky Black, meanwhile, faced Carita head-on.

Two women. Over forty men had entered this competition, but now all eyes were on the duel between these two.

The Empress and the Demoness.

"How does it feel, White Empress? To covet what doesn't belong to you?" Lucky Black sneered, snapping a sidekick at Carita's ribs. Carita twisted out of range.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Lady Black," Carita said coolly, ducking another kick and charging forward. Her fist flew, but Lucky Black caught it midair and slammed her forehead into Carita's nose.

Thud!

A clean hit—3% HP gone.

She shoved Carita back, grinning viciously.

"You know exactly what I mean."

A whirling kick cracked into Carita's chin and flung her across the platform.

"Carita!" White Mage yelled, trying to rush to her aid—but he was swarmed. Two Greens, one Red, one Black. His HP dropped fast, ending with a final blow from a Green that shattered him into particles.

Tom Green pivoted immediately, racing toward Carita.

She rose slowly, blood running down her lip, HP halved. But her eyes still burned.

"Let's end this quickly," Tom Green said, stepping beside Lucky Black. "Then we deal with that monster."

"Seriously?" Carita smiled bitterly, eyes darting to Godwin Red—who stood unmoved, a silent statue. "You're going to gang up on me now?"

"You turned my brother in to the guild elders," Tom Green growled, eyes dark. "Because of you, the Green family lost everything. You'll pay."

Carita braced herself. They came at her together.

She dodged, blocked, and twisted, but every attack she repelled opened her up to the other. A punch slammed into her ribs, followed by a kick to her thigh. She tried to counter—but Lucky Black was relentless, keeping her spinning.

Tom Green slipped behind her, unseen.

"Dying here is nothing," he whispered. "But I'll make you wish for death... out there."

He drew a dagger, eyes glinting as he closed the final distance. Lucky Black struck once more, forcing Carita to turn and expose her back—perfect positioning.

Three feet away.

Two.

One.

He lunged.

"CARITA!!!" the crowd roared, leaping to their feet as the blade raced toward her exposed neck.

Tom Green grinned.

And then—

Clang!

The dagger froze midair.

His eyes widened.

A hand. Wrapped around the blade. Bare-handed.

He followed the arm up to a silhouette dressed in white and black… a name tag glinting on the chest.

"De Law."

His breath caught.

"What...?"

The arena fell silent. Even the audience forgot to breathe.

Someone had just caught a dagger… with nothing but their hand.

And that someone… was De Law.