The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 365

Chapter 365: Tournament

The Mylor couple couldn’t really believe their eyes.

At the surface of it all, the whole thing looked absolutely chaotic.

When they said it would be in a battle royale format, the couple expected a few people to group up before fighting each other.

But what was this?

This was absolute chaos.

This was every man and woman for themselves!

However, what made the fight unusual was the sheer disregard for spiritual ability limitations.

Just like their children said, this was, by definition, cool.

So unexpectedly cool, in fact, that even Marquise Julienne leaned forward, eyes glinting with genuine curiosity. "Do they all belong to the regiment under the House of Kyros?" she murmured to her husband.

"It’s been decades since I’ve seen combatants allowed to let loose like this." And she didn’t even get to see those first hand, they only got to see those from archived records used to teach about combat using spiritual energy.

The moment the first powered blow was thrown—a guard launching a spinning kick amplified by a pulse of raw spiritual energy—the Mylor couple reflexively tensed, wondering if the arena would hold under the strain.

Surprisingly, only the center stage was affected by some ingenious means.

"Mom! Look!" Ollie practically bounced next to her, pointing eagerly. "There’s a cool force field around it that nullifies the external attacks! We actually want to replicate that! Imagine if we could turn it into a mecha shield!"

"And how’s that working out, son?" asked the father, who was curious about his son’s contribution to all this.

Ollie puffed up, then sagged a little, shaking his head regretfully. "Not so well. We don’t want to dismantle this one here to study it, so we’re trying to reverse-engineer it using other blueprints. But we’re not giving up!"

If they managed to figure out how to keep energy in, they would definitely be able to figure out a way to keep it out!

Not like there is much demand for that right now. He shrugged.

So maybe they could deal with that once they figure out all the mecha upgrades they need to put into as many mechas as possible.

Also, his good brother was still busy making a little body for D-64. Two prototypes had already been made, but the little guy seemed to find them awkward to move in.

But all thoughts of prototypes vanished when one of the guards flicked what seemed like a spiritual whip that startled the audience.

In reality, Ollie couldn’t see the actual whip, not just yet, but he’s been able to feel spiritual energy better and could definitely tell that something big must have happened.

Apparently, it latched onto an opponent’s leg with a sharp snap, and with a powerful tug, a hapless fighter was flung clean out of the ring, landing with a surprised yelp in a heap.

The audience gasped collectively, including some of the staff who didn’t quite have visual resonance. After all, someone was just thrown off the stage.

Now inside the ring, the battle was heating up.

Multiple guards were now weaving in and out, fighting with breathtaking intensity. Spiritual energy manifested in sharp-edged constructions, dense barriers, or as an amplifier for their strikes.

One guard ducked low, his arms flaring with something resembling gauntlets of reinforced spirit, as he blocked a two-handed spiritual blade swung overhead. _{ƒreewebɳovel.com}

Another retaliated by projecting small throwing disks of energy, zipping through the air in a fast flurry, only to have them batted aside by an opponent conjuring a fan-like shield that flexed on impact.