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?

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 work in a

and five rounds for everyone. Anyone who won three or more rounds

look of anger. Everyone had that thought in the back of their minds, but they didn't want to voice it. Like that, it would take even longer. Yet, the Guild Master of Darkness had

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

cheap rewards that ferocious beasts carried. The lost treasures that the low-grade demonic beasts carried

carried. Those treasures didn't originally belong to their guilds, but their parent guilds. Their parent guilds had granted them those treasures so they

ass. They couldn't even ask Gravis for any of his collected 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

in the tournament. After everything

Get out!" shouted the Guild Master of Water

mean that I don't have to participate

in a tournament? There was no logic in that. Gravis would just win and get another valuable treasure. He

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 others looked at him in anger. Why did they have to fight while he could just sit this one out? This

were not part of the Elemental Guilds, and if they stood out negatively, they might lose their qualification. Everyone

evening. Since the arena was big enough, there were always seven fights happening simultaneously, with one Guild

had gotten three or more wins. With several participants gathering four and five wins, the number of overall winners was reduced more than

come back on the sixth day. So, Gravis

he still had 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

5,000 initial participants and 60 was

no interest in the tournament since it was merely some sparring. Sparring was useless to him now. One could even say that it was actually damaging to him. Too much sparring would dull his

seen what happened that day. The majority had no idea what had happened, and they also

had silver hair and was fighting with a spear. He had used several Martial Arts, and he also had tempered bones and skin. His defense was solid, and together with the precise counter attacks of his spear, he had received the respect of

the tournament, Brother Sigur," complimented one of the other participants. Sigur had already collected a loyal following of participants. He was

to temper his organs. Organ-Pills were extremely pricy. Supply never met demand, and they were only sold