The Martial God's rituals had never cared about fairness or justice.
"The strong deserve to win" was probably the only rule, but as for who counted as strong, He likely had His own definition.
". The first round is mostly one-sided beatdowns. Everyone's probably sick of watching that."
Since "martial fortune" was among this deity's domains, once luck was factored in, the first round really could not be called exciting.
The strong got lucky and faced the weak, while the weak had bad luck and faced the strong. The betting behind it only worsened this ugly practice.
But from another angle, that also meant clashes between the strong would often be delayed. Perhaps the truly strongest would fight over everything in the end.
". Eve."
Lu PingAn watched the girl step onto the field with complicated feelings.
Unlike her previous "plain" outfit, this time, she was dressed in a highly distinctive manner.
Over her fluid black leather bodysuit were golden crystal armor plates. Those add-on pieces that looked like a ballroom gown now somehow resembled weapons.
Golden crystal shards adorned her forehead, arms, palms, and toes. Combined with the elegant clothing beneath, they made her look like a princess attending a ball, yet those faint glimmers also made her resemble a dangerous rose of blades.
Most eye-catching of all was the small crown on her forehead. Its design was ancient and elegant, while the red gemstone in its center seized everyone's gaze.
"How—how dare she!!"
In an instant, Lu PingAn heard someone's defenses crumble.
"What did she do?"
"The crown, the Crown of Radiant Light! That was the crown of the last king of my people, the symbol of His bloodline! Not only did she put it on without permission, she even made it smaller!"
Well, the parent was gone,