Lightning Is the Only Way

"Tournament!" shouted the Guild Master of Water, and the others groaned.

"Really? A tournament? That's going to take forever with over 200 people," groaned the Guild Master of Wind.

"Do you have a better idea?" Asked the Guild Master of Water back.

No one answered.

"Tournament, it is," sighed the Guild Master of Lightning. "This is going to be a pain in the ass." He looked around at the 50 participants who had gathered. The other 200 were not here right now. It was understandable since many people would prefer fleeing to getting closer to such an apocalyptic scene.

"Let's first call them back," said the Guild Master of Light as he created another ball of light. The other Guild Masters followed suit and also created a ball of their elements. Then, they all shot them into the sky, and the balls exploded one after another.

Everyone in the Basin of Nature should be able to see this and realize that they should gather. If someone was so stupid as not to realize that this was a gathering sign, they might as well not join the guilds.

The Guild Masters waited for several hours, as one participant after another gathered here. After around six hours, no more participants arrived. The Guild Masters did a quick count and saw that 217 People had gathered. The others were either already dead or too stupid to realize that they should gather.

"Alright, everyone!" shouted the Guild Master of Earth. "Follow us back to the arena!"

The participants groaned again, realizing that another hard marathon awaited them. Everyone ran after the Guild Masters with their full power. This time, it was even harder to keep up since not everyone was in their peak condition.

Gravis seemed to be only walking a little faster, yet every step shot him forward for multiple meters. With his new muscle strength, keeping up with the Guild Masters was even easier, even though he was still injured.

When they finally arrived back at the arena, all the participants fell on their knees in exhaustion. The same scene from back when they had arrived at the Basin of Nature repeated itself.

The Guild Masters gathered in the middle of the arena and discussed the details. They had to make this tournament as fair as possible. What if the second strongest fought against the third strongest in the first round? Would they throw away such a talent?

also tested luck, it was held in the wilderness, with only a little bit of human element mixing into the results. The Guild Masters didn't want to risk it here. Who knew how luck would

five rounds for everyone. Anyone who won three or more rounds would pass. Yet, they groaned again as they realized how long this

of their minds, but they didn't want to voice it. Like that, it would take even longer. Yet, the Guild Master

ten would receive rewards, while the others got nothing. The Guild Masters felt bitter about all

beasts carried. The lost treasures that the low-grade demonic beasts carried had hurt

loss of the seven treasures that the middle-grade demonic beasts carried. Those treasures didn't originally belong to their

treasures, since most of them got lost in the battle in the ravine. How was he supposed to protect the treasures, when he wasn't even able to safely

Guild Masters scratched together any remaining treasure they could find and would award them in the tournament. After

Do you want even more treasures? Get out!" shouted the Guild Master

an eyebrow in confusion. "Does that mean that I don't

no logic in that. Gravis would just win and get another valuable treasure. He had already gotten his saber,

the arena and sat down. The reactions of the other participants were mixed. Those 50 who had seen what Gravis had done, sighed in relief while the

and

scattered in the late evening. Since the arena was big enough, there were always seven fights

60 participants had gotten three or more wins.

appeared for those five days. The Guild Masters had just told him that he could come back on the sixth day. So, Gravis was spending his remaining days looking through some

on his person. Most of his gathered treasures were lost in the ravine, but some remained. In the end, he made another 80 gold. He was sure that gold would also be useful in the Elemental Guilds. If it were useless to the

day, he saw that only around 60 participants remained. The contrast between 5,000 initial participants and 60 was massive. The

on his Will-Aura. He had no interest in the tournament since it was merely some sparring. Sparring was useless to him now. One

had seen what happened that day. The majority had no idea what had happened, and they also wouldn't believe the wild exaggeration of

several Martial Arts, and he also had tempered bones and skin. His defense was solid, and together with the

one of the other participants. Sigur had already collected a loyal following of participants.

With this, he would be able to temper his organs. Organ-Pills were extremely pricy. Supply never met demand, and they were only sold in auctions. One pill would often go for over