CH550 Crumbling Situation
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The sorcerer party found themselves in the middle of a vast fortress training ground.
The duelling platform stretched endlessly, large enough to hold thousands of people… perhaps even larger races such as dragons or giants.
But that wasn't the most important thing.
Ahead of them stood a group of Berserk Humans.
Ten of them.
Each radiated strength at least equivalent to Gold rank — meaning, on paper, they were equal opponents to these Third Circle sorcerers.
If one didn't know the Heaven-Earth Concordance talismanic field was a non-sentient construct, one might assume the sigil formation had deliberately matched the sorcerers against opponents of equal rank.
"These filths that tarnish our world…" Shin of the Sacred Land of Armament gnashed his teeth.
He pulled at his waist, drawing what looked like a belt— which straightened and hardened into a flexible sword.
[Raging Wood Style: Venomous Jaw]!
