On the other side, on the arena where Edward Weevil stood.
Before the match officially began, Weevil, his mother Miss Bakkin, and four teammates led by the Longarm Tribe fighter Elizabello seriously held a pre-battle meeting.
Though calling it a pre-battle meeting was a stretch—it was really just meant to specifically remind Weevil to follow the rules.
Due to his lack of intelligence and excess brutality, Weevil had always hacked at anyone he encountered in past battles until they were dead. He had no idea what it meant to hold back.
This tournament had a hard rule: anyone who killed someone would be disqualified.
For the substantial prize money, the formerly cruel and merciless Miss Bakkin had no choice but to become a kindly figure and earnestly warn Weevil:
"Son."
"Whatever you do, whatever you do, don't kill anyone. Remember?"
"Okay."
Weevil answered stupidly, but he looked disappointed, like a child who had lost his favorite toy.
"So I can't kill anyone this time..."
Then, he asked in a muddled tone:
"Can I cripple them?"
"..."
Seeing Weevil ask such a blood-soaked question in that foolish, innocent tone, his four temporary teammates all shuddered.
That ignorant, natural evil born of a child's nature was all the more chilling.
Miss Bakkin was clearly no good mother who guided people toward kindness. Hearing Weevil's question, she immediately lectured him in a commanding tone:
"It should be fine to cripple them."
"Just don't kill anyone."
Weevil nodded foolishly, showing that he had firmly remembered his mother's teachings.
"By the way, Miss Bakkin."
After hesitating for a moment, Elizabello finally could not help but interject.
"Could you tell Weevil to listen to our commands during the match?"
This preliminary round was a massive free-for-all between more than twenty teams. Even if one side had