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?

exam 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

end, they decided to make five drawings of opponents and five rounds for everyone. Anyone who won three or more rounds would pass. Yet, they groaned

of their minds, but they didn't want to voice it. Like that, it

decided that every participant that won five rounds would then fight in a traditional tournament. The top ten would receive rewards, while the others got nothing. The Guild Masters felt bitter about all

The lost treasures

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

treasures would be a pain in the ass. They couldn't even ask Gravis for any of his collected treasures, since most of them got lost in the

award them in the tournament. After everything

want even more treasures? Get out!" shouted the Guild Master of Water

that mean that I don't have to participate in the

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

down. The reactions of the other participants were mixed. Those 50 who had seen what Gravis had done,

of the Elemental Guilds, and if they stood out negatively, they might lose their qualification. Everyone remained silent and did not

gathered at noon and scattered in the late evening. Since the arena was big enough, there were always seven fights happening simultaneously, with one Guild

Only around 60 participants had gotten three or more wins. With several participants gathering four and

back on the sixth day. So, Gravis was spending his remaining days looking through some more Martial Arts and also continued training

He was sure that gold

remained. The contrast between 5,000 initial participants and 60 was massive. The arena had been

down in his usual corner and concentrated on his Will-Aura. He had no interest in the tournament since it was merely some sparring. Sparring was

happened that day. The majority

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

Brother Sigur," complimented one of the other participants. Sigur had already collected

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