"Well killed!"
"Awooo!"
"Roar! Roar!!"
Soya's defeat and death naturally drew wave after wave of satisfied cheers, along with the werewolves' unrestrained howls at the sky and the dragons' earthshaking roars.
Amid the clamor filling the entire island, voices rose in unwavering prayer.
"Amen!~"
The White-Clad Believers were praying for Soya, hoping he would enter Heaven, flowing with milk and honey, after his death.
Edward wore a sorrowful expression, but as he felt the surging faith gathering in the Cross in his palm, his heart was sweet as honey.
My rival Soya died a worthy death.
He looked around once more before finally turning to Bessa, Thor's teacher.
"My lord, now that the plan has changed, who should we send in next?"
The other elders also looked to Bessa for his decision.
As for the competition rules requiring Shawn to be replaced in the next round, no one was foolish enough to bring that up.
Bessa knew what they meant.
An ordinary legendary combatant could no longer force Shawn to reveal his true capabilities, which would hinder their killing blow later.
Thus, of all the legendary combatants present, only he and Il, both halfway into the demigod realm, were suitable candidates to test Shawn.
And as Soya's teacher, he also had a duty to avenge his disciple, making him more suitable than Il to enter second.
But once he entered, there would be no turning back.
Although Bessa trusted in his formidable strength and feared nothing,
there was always a chance something could go wrong. If things went badly for him, these scheming people probably would not lend a hand. Soya's helpless gaze when he had turned back was still fresh in his memory.
"I can go, but I must take the Snake God Summon!"
The others stiffened. According to