As they left, Leon kept looking back at the arena from time to time.
"Bird in a Cage's body was cut into two halves. Will she die?" Leon asked.
"No." Angel replied with certainty. Delusion's strike had looked brutal, but this was Sky Tower. Unless someone's life force had been utterly extinguished, with Sky Tower's medical capabilities, she would probably be able to move again before long.
"Still, surviving this time does not mean no one dies in Sky Tower's arenas. Any contestant who steps onto the stage cannot afford to harbor wishful thoughts." Angel paused. Seeing Leon look over, he continued, "Even if Sky Tower's rules encourage people not to kill whenever possible, rules are dead, while people are alive. You cannot predict what kind of opponent you will face. What if your opponent simply enjoys torturing people to death? As long as they remain within the rules, they can still kill you by all manner of means."
"So, if you intend to compete in Sky Tower, once you judge that the gap between you and your opponent is too great, you might as well surrender immediately." Angel knew that Leon had always seen himself as a knight, and knightly codes always contained certain inexplicable principles one insisted on upholding.
For instance, Angel had once heard of a doctrine from the Royal Knights of the Golden Sparrow Empire: a knight may surrender, but must never bow his head.
Placed within a code, it seemed to carry the unyielding clank of iron and bone straight at one's face. But in reality, especially in the Wizarding World, that was practically courting death.
There were many people among wizards dressed in bizarre outfits. It was not necessarily because they wanted to make a grand spectacle; perhaps they truly were perverts.
So, when