The elves rubbed their hands together, finally having waited for this moment.
The orcs of War Totem Academy were also poised and ready, determined to defeat Elven Spell Academy once again.
Compared to the other academies, these two were clearly far more bloodthirsty. When the senior division contestants from both academies stepped onto the Duelist Platform, the tense, drawn-sword atmosphere was practically suffocating.
But the fiercer the atmosphere became, the more excited the spectators grew.
Especially the audience members who were neither elves nor orcs. With the mindset of "none of my business," they only wanted to see the two academies beat each other bloody.
As a result, anticipation for this duel was especially high, and the entire venue shook with cheers.
Meanwhile, in the contestant lounge.
Just as Dark was about to settle in and enjoy the match, he discovered that Victor and Dulong had started betting again—and judging by the look of things, Dulong had initiated it...
"If I win, the wager is canceled. If I lose, I'll add another twenty laps!" Dulong said viciously.
He looked exactly like the type to shout, "I'll definitely win it back next time!" after losing a bet, then borrow money to gamble, lose, borrow again, gamble again, lose again, borrow again... until he lost everything.
Victor, following the principle that he had nothing to lose anyway, immediately agreed. Dark blinked, then saw Dulong turn to him and ask, "Dark, whose side are you on?"
But before he had even finished speaking, Victor hurriedly said, "Why are you asking someone else? You decide which side you're on, and I'll take the other side!"
Biting his nails, Dulong looked toward the arena, wavering between the elves and the orcs. At last, he gritted his teeth and said, "I'm betting on the orcs!"
After