Chapter 2278
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Mofan had intervened. The match had no choice but to stop.
Herr Casa collected his thoughts. He glared at Ritchie and pointed his finger at him.
Even though Herr Casa did not say a word, Ritchie could feel the grudge between him and Herr Casa was irreconcilable.
Someone like Herr Casa would never forgive a person who harbored such thoughts. The people of the Herr Casa Clan had always been like that. They would seek revenge for the smallest grievance!
"Lecturer, I'm sorry, I've disappointed you," Ritchie felt guilty.
It was not easy for him to get a chance to participate in a match like this, but he had almost made a huge mistake because of his impulsiveness.
If he really crippled Herr Casa in such a way, the Casa Family would never let him go. He might even implicate his clansmen.
"What happened? Ritchie, why did you use your Super Strength all of a sudden? "Zhao Manyan asked as he ran up to Ritchie.
"I don't know either. I just didn't want to admit defeat," Ritchie lowered his head.
Zhao Manyan wanted to ask more questions, but Mofan shook his head at him.
…
The organizer soon announced Ritchie's punishment to ensure fairness. They asked the Aorus Sacred Institute to put Ritchie on probation.
In other words, he was only one step away from being expelled. If the Casas put more pressure on the Aorus Sacred Institute, Ritchie would be expelled from the Aorus Sacred Institute.
That being said, the punishment was only directed at Ritchie.
If anything happened to Herr Casa, Ritchie's people would be thrown into an ice cave. The two clans were not on the same level. The Casas would surely hunt them down if they were given a reasonable excuse.
"Something doesn't feel right," Mubai said.
"Yeah, Ritchie has always been calm. He didn't seem like he was going to say anything when he was seriously injured. Why would he do something so extreme in the tournament?" Zhao Manyan said.
"I'm not just referring to Ritchie. Everyone in the previous two matches was … how should I put it …" Mubai could not find the right word to describe it.
"Very hot-tempered," Mofan finished for Mubai.
"That's right!" Mubai clapped his hands.
Very hot-tempered!
In the three matches, the contestants had reached a very extreme level.
This was not a duel to the death. It was nothing more than an open competition that could increase one's reputation.
It was everyone's idea to express themselves as much as possible, but it was impossible for them not to realize the consequences of doing something extreme.
If it were anyone else, Mofan might think that it was just a coincidence and that he had lost control of his emotions. However, this happened to Ricky.
Ritchie had been with them for some time, and Mofan had taught him many times how to fight. They all knew what kind of person Ritchie was.
The Ritchie they knew would never break the rules to fight someone like Herr Casa, even if he was crippled.
His family's mission was so important. There was no way that he didn't know the consequences of offending Herr Casa!
"Give me back my home!"
"Give me back my home!"
The roar of the heavy rain was mixed with the sounds of protest.
No one knew when it started, but there were more and more people protesting outside the arena. Their voices were more like the city's sirens, echoing over and over again.
Mofan raised his head and stared at the gloomy sky and the murky curtain of rain.
Why?
Why did they feel like a black tsunami was approaching them even though they had taken perfect precautions against the Black Vatican's Frenzy Rain, even though they were standing on top of a mountain that was unlikely to be surrounded by the raging seawater?
"Lecturer Mo Yifan, your team has been disqualified from the match," Yesemia came over and reported.
Mofan was not paying attention to the match.
Yesemia was displeased when Mofan ignored her.
"The fourth round!" Yesemia turned around and yelled.
Loud music came from the southwest corner of the arena.
There was a band in the arena. They were not small in size, and they started playing a tuba and a cello that shone with a golden light. Then, the drummers started hitting the metal drums one after another. The sound waves of the heavy drums came from the southeast corner, and the roar echoed throughout the entire arena.
Zhao Manyan was surprised. He did not notice the live band at the southeast corner of the arena. He thought it was some equipment installed in the arena.
He purposely took a closer look.
Strangely enough, the person standing on the small platform with the silver baton in his hand looked a little familiar.
He was wearing a tuxedo with curly hair. He was standing on his tiptoes, shaking his head, and swinging his baton. The conductor seemed to be immersed in the music.
"Damn it, why is it him!?" Zhao Manyan suddenly screamed.
Every match had a live band. Zhao Manyan did not notice it in the previous matches.
Zhao Manyan subconsciously looked at the conductor, perhaps he was still traumatized by the concert. However, his face turned pale when he saw the conductor!
It was the conductor!
Didn't he commit suicide after failing to kidnap Yesemia?
Sancha did not pursue the matter. She simply let it go.
However, to Zhao Manyan's surprise, the conductor was actually at the arena!
The guy was the conductor of the live band!
Was he a ghost?
Or was he not dead at all????
Thump! Thump! Thump!
All of a sudden, the heavy metal drum emitted a sound that made one's heart beat violently.
The thumps grew louder, so loud that it felt like their bodies were about to explode.
"What's going on?" Mofan turned around.
"Something's wrong with that band!" Zhao Manyan yelled.
However, the thumps grew louder. Zhao Manyan was about to expose them when he saw the three drums blasting at the officials.
These drum sounds were no longer purely impassioned sounds. They were sound vibrations that carried a powerful destructive power!
A group of high school students were standing in front of the officials. They were still wearing the uniform of the Federation, but they spat out blood when the thumps reached them!
The seats were arranged in a staircase. The rows of high school students fell to the ground when they were hit by the thumps.
"Enemy attack!"
"Enemy attack!"
A few Mages were standing guard beside the officials. However, the music played by the cellos had a hypnotic effect. By the time the Mages realized what was going on, the powerful thumps had knocked them flying.
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