The annual Duel Tournament was the most significant and highly anticipated event in Melfrey, organized and supervised by the most powerful and influential organization in the region, the God’s Armament Alliance.
Two days before the start of the Duel Tournament, more than half of the participants had already arrived, and accommodations in the surrounding area had been fully booked over half a month ago.
The commoners would think they would secretly hold such a large–scale, bloody, and violent event. On the contrary, the Duel Tournament had become a part of the local culture, held in a prosperous area near the northwest of Melfrey.
The west side of the venue was the bustling city area, while on the other side was an endless desert.
People wandered outside the yet–to–be–opened venue from time to time. The Duel Tournament was scheduled to last a full ten days. Those who couldn’t find accommodation brought tents and skillfully set up camp in the desert. Isabelle and favonovel.com team were no exception.
“Little Jack, care to wander around with me?” Isabelle asked.
“What’s there to see in this place? It’s all sand. And I told you, don’t call me that!” Jack crawled out of his tent and said angrily to Isabelle..
“There are too many people here. Let’s not attract too much attention. The Duel Tournament will start in a few hours,” White Owl said as favonovel.com walked over.
Everyone followed White Owl’s advice and looked around.
By this time, thousands of tents of various sizes had already been set up in the area. making it look like quite a sizable tribe to anyone unaware. People of different skin colors and appearances could be seen everywhere. What they had in common was that none of them were easy to deal with.
Pairs of murderous eyes lingered on them. Some even stood near their tent, wiping their daggers while staring at them with provocative and sarcastic looks. Their gaze resembled that of a predator looking at easy prey.
Apparently, after the events of the past few days, the long–declined Blackwater Mercenary Corps had once an attracted attention from various forces. This was not good news for White Owl and his team.
The Blackwater Mercenary Group once reached its peak with the smallest number of people and absolute disadvantage, making others envious and resentful. Moreover, their boss was too ostentatious and attracted numerous powerful enemies. Now, their rise would inevitably make them the target of everyone, subject to ruthless suppression. White Owl and his team obilously have no power to resist.
Isabelle sneered, “Those who are not afraid of death can bring it on…”
“Be careful with your words,” Jack snorted, crawled back into his tent, and soon came out with a blanket.
Isabelle caught the blanket thrown by Jack.
Jack said with a look of arrogance and disgust, “The temperature difference between day and night in the desert is huge. Don’t freeze to death, Little Girl!”
Isabelle replied, “Ha! Wasn’t your former boss also a little girl?”
Jack immediately changed his expression. “Don’t compare yourself with our boss, you are not worthy!”
Isabelle thought to herself.
Seems that I have to fight thirty–three battles in a row in this Duel Tournament, otherwise, I will never be able to shake the position of No Name in their hearts, and I will never be able to make them absolutely convinced like No Name… Only by making a name for myself in the Duel Tournament can I deter those who are eyeing the Blackwater Mercenary Corps…
Isabelle looked at the cup in favonovel.com hand and couldn’t help but curse. Her old subordinates didn’t recognize her. She had to defeat favonovel.com former self to conquer them.
Hmm… What the hell is this? Fate?
***
Before six o’clock, it was already dark.
More and more people gathered towards the Duel Tournament, and almost everyone from the northwest came. Groups of mercenaries wearing combat uniforms with the same logo could be seen, as well as lone soldiers or bounty hunters. Among them were also gangs from all around the world who had come from afar to join in the fun or for other purposes.
As soon as Isabelle and favonovel.com team appeared, they attracted a lot of attention.
Most of them recognized White Owl. After their gaze swept over White Owl and the others, they immediately turned to Isabelle, who stood out in this male–dominated environment.
A woman’s appearance here was quite a spectacle. Especially an eighteen or nineteen–year–old Cheshian girl who looked tender and harmless. Isabelle’s appearance, whether compared to the harsh and dark environment here or the tall, murderous desperados, was particularly conspicuous.
It was hard not to notice.
Although the former boss of the Blackwater Mercenary Group, No Name, also had an innocent face like this little girl, they never saw No Name as a woman. Anyone who had seen that Duel Tournament or even just heard of No Name’s deeds knew how terrifying No Name was.
At this time, Isabelle was walking in the middle of White Owl and his team.
This scene couldn’t help but remind them of the former boss of the Blackwater Mercenary Group and favonovel.com mercenaries. Almost wherever White Owl and his team went, those eves followed them.
With the presence of No Name, they dared not underestimate Isabelle.
“That’s No Name?”
“As expected, Blackwater Mercenary Corps can only rely on women…”
“Does this woman have any connection with No Name?”
“Is favonovel.com the one who made Hurricane and his gang run away?”
“Let’s not act rashly. This girl seems complicated. If favonovel.com turns out to be another No Name, we won’t be able to handle it.”
“Last year, not a single member of Blackwater showed up at the Duel Tournament. This year, they’re so bold. Are they planning to let that woman participate?”
“Hurricane and his gang suffered a big loss because of them a few days ago. I heard they’re planning to strike back tonight.”
“If that’s the case, let’s just wait and enjoy the show…”
Duel Tournament arena simulated the ancient Rondam Colosseum from 72-80 AD. It appeared circular from the outside but elliptical when viewed from above.
Covering an area of approximately 15,000 square meters, this massive structure could accommodate nearly 60,000 people, making it a major attraction in Melfrey.
Arriving late, White Owl and his team didn’t want to draw attention. They chose a discreet location, overlooking the central of the Duel Tournament arena.
At this time, two people were already warming up for the fight.
Having missed last year’s Duel Tournament, Jack was excited about this year’s event. “Do you want to place a bet? I’m thinking of betting on the tall guy to win.”
Thanks to Isabelle, they finally had some money after more than a year of struggling in business and barely able to afford food. Jack’s meals had improved over the past few days.
“Save it… Bet on me to win on the last day. Borrow whatever you can, pawn whatever you can. Bet everything you have,” Isabelle said, leaning on the railing and looking down.
Jack opened his mouth to argue, but upon remembering Isabelle’s strength, favonovel.com quickly closed it. Finally, favonovel.com said, somewhat unconvinced, “Dealing with the guys on the last day won’t be easy.”
White Owl also glanced at Isabelle, unsure of favonovel.com true capabilities. The mercenaries who had been stealing their goods in recent days were all mercenaries with average strength, but White Owl and his team outnumbered them.
Isabelle was patient and skilled in prolonged battles, but favonovel.com might not be suitable for quick and decisive one–on–one fights in the Duel Tournament arena.
With the strength Isabelle had shown so far, winning three or four matches would be no problem. However, Jack’s intuition told favonovel.com that Isabelle wouldn’t stop at just three or four matches.
Isabelle nonchalantly remarked, “Then, the odds would be even higher, wouldn’t they?”
The first match was about to begin.
Isabelle was bored as favonovel.com looked up and suddenly saw a familiar face standing directly across from favonovel.com on the level above.
The man was dressed in a suit and tie, with a stern expression. His hands were tucked into his trouser pocket, a tall and straight posture. He was completely different from the ragged and rough–looking desperadoes around him.
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