When they stepped onto the battlefield, a murmur rose from where the spectators, who were situated above them in terms of location, were; evidently, people were eagerly anticipating this round.
"My blood is boiling; I can't wait to fight as soon as possible!"
Ralf came next to Nafız standing in front; relying on the thick broadsword he carried, he seemed to want to take on the task of meeting the enemy and going at them with brute force.
"Good, good, it's very good that I heard this!"
Nafız nodded her head up and down, retreated five steps, and took her place to the right of Jashua standing next to Lareina.
"If the teams are ready, let the fight begin!"
The gray-bearded man made the area ring with his full voice; the shouts of the spectators increased even more, but there was a strange situation on the battlefield. Five people launched an attack towards Nafız's team, they came almost to striking distance, but the only person opposite them was Ralf.
Ralf, who had a dense and messy beard that could be considered rough, cut the first raid by swinging his wide broadsword and immediately taking a few steps back, he approached his teammates.
"Whoa there, don't come here at all!"
At that moment, something completely unexpected happened; Nafız, swinging the dagger in her hand in the shape of a crescent, was blocking Ralf's path.
"What are you doing, have you gone mad?"
Everyone was surprised, but no one had lost it as much as Ralf. Compared to him, Nafız continued speaking thanks also to the enemy who stopped attacking.
"Weren't you the one who said my blood is boiling, I want to fight as soon as possible? Here is the opportunity for you; go ahead and fight to your heart's content!"
"Are you, are you not going to participate?"
"I don't intend to at all. Is the great Ralf, one of the top three disciples receiving training, not going to be able to defeat these five wimps?"
Nafız was both not helping and making Ralf's job harder by provoking the opponents. The five, transferring their energies to their weapons, charged furiously; their target was the red-haired girl who humiliated them.
"Hold it right there!"
Ralf lunged forward once again and blocked their path, but this time his eyes held looks harboring competitiveness more than surprise.
"Since it's like that, let it be as you say. I, Ralf, will defeat all five of you here today!"
Ralf, who had short black hair the same color as his beard, was fired up; he was asked to prove his skill in front of thousands of people. How could he avoid this struggle.
"These guys have gone mad!"
"They are already missing one person; as if that wasn't enough, they are clashing five on one!"
"Youths are truly getting stupid!"
Hearing the shouts rising from the spectator rows, Ralf started walking spinning his wide broadsword in front of him; he was going at his opponent who wasn't coming at him.
"Second, isn't this the brat you like?"
When the Sheikh called out to the Second Elder standing on his right, he didn't receive an answer, but he didn't seem to care much either.
"Just like you, he thinks he can save the whole world on his own. You dealt with the jerks sitting in those clan stands for years, and what happened, what did you get out of it?"
As Atractivo got thoroughly drunk, he lost the filter on his mouth; he wasn't a very successful person in this regard anyway. The notables of the clans insulted in front of thousands of people almost grumbled, but when the Second Elder turned his gaze on them, they immediately fell silent.
"The lonely girl is no joke either! Although I likened her to Mora at first, this turned out to be something completely different!"
The Sheikh uttered a few more words and planted a kiss on the lips of the beautiful woman on his right; while a struggle for life was experienced on the battlefield, Atractivo was in the "I drink wine, I love beauty" mode.
Ralf came down on the five people; adding his blood energy to his weapon with which he could make wide-range attacks, he was organizing courageous attacks. Whether from not challenging or tactically, the five focused only on the rough-bearded man.
They were attacking from all directions. Using their weapon repertoires consisting of thin and long swords, daggers, and maces to the fullest, it was very clear they wanted to injure or even kill Ralf. This was their goal, but it couldn't be said they succeeded; the man crushed by Jashua inside the Blood Arena had transformed into someone completely different against the five.
Managing to keep all the enemies at a certain distance, Ralf wasn't getting injured. The others had numerical superiority; the battle where the two factors clashed with each other seemed to be drifting into a stalemate.
"This is what you call a man; look how he fights against five people!"
A girl with flushed cheeks shouted with excitement as her chest rose and fell.
"Don't exaggerate Lola; he is only defending!"
The young boy next to the girl lost his joy; while trying to gently put his arm around her shoulder, what the girl said had ruined his mood.
"Look who's talking; if you were there, you couldn't last two seconds. And you call yourself a man?"
The young man put his hand in the air into his pocket and quickly moved away; those around them were laughing out loud as they had eavesdropped on their conversation. Unfazed by what was going on, the girl jumped up and down every time Ralf swung his broadsword, while Nafız let out a sigh and covered her face with her hand.
"I wonder how much longer this clowning around will last? If it's not too much trouble, could you take them down?"
It was impossible for the words seemingly a reproach not to be heard by the others; even those in the clan stands had heard.
"Arrogant bitch!"
"Calm down my friend, don't make a move!"
The Black Lily Clan stand was at the furthest point from Sheikh Atractivo; it was positioned at a point separate from the other clan stands.
"Be quiet!"
Seeing the people of the fiefdoms below them talking, the leader of the Black Lily Clan grumbled; all voices around ceased, but the old man's gaze didn't leave Nafız for a moment. The red-haired young girl must have been aware of this too that she suddenly turned and made eye contact with him for no reason. Their gazes locked for ten breaths; after this much time passed, she would discover what happened in the other five clans.
"First his son, then the clan representative he adopted like a son, and his hundred men were massacred. Old Black Lily must be looking forward to today!"
The clan leaders watching below from their high balconies made eye contact; as if there was an unspoken agreement among them, they turned back a moment later. Their eyes turned to the battlefield, and they saw the course had changed.
The five had cornered Ralf; the state of the rough-bearded man, whose weapon had deep notches formed in it, wasn't good at all. There was nothing changing in the attack methods of his enemies, but an unexpected method was giving them the upper hand.
"While he could cope just a moment ago, what happened that Ralf got into a stalemate?"
"You are truly blind, man; look a bit closer at the weapons of those opposite him!"
The young man lamenting to his friend saw the difference when he focused on the hands of the five; the weapons of Team Number Four members had changed. Their types hadn't changed; the one using a dagger had a dagger, the one using a thin long sword had a thin sword in his hand again, but their qualities had risen considerably.
Ralf's broadsword was repelling them all before; right now, let alone protecting its owner, it was incapable of protecting itself.
"Well, well, well! Suddenly weapons they couldn't see in their dreams appeared in their hands; I wonder what we should do?"
As if trying to solve an inextricable problem, Nafız put her thumb on her chin and her index finger on her temple and started thinking. At the same moments, Ralf's broadsword broke unable to withstand the blows it received, and with the violence of the attack, the black-bearded man was hurled all the way to Nafız's feet.
"They say the doctor comes to the feet of the patient who will get well, but this time it seems the patient came to the doctor's feet!"
When the red-haired girl finished her speech, she waved her hand and a sparkle appeared in front of Ralf. Ralf, wiping the sweat covering his face, had closed his eyes as a result of the sparkle suddenly appearing; when he opened them a breath later, he couldn't believe his eyes.