Chapter 272: The Treasury (Part 1)

The next day, a great show for the adventurers was about to begin.

It was noon, and the sun was high in the sky, though its light could not penetrate the Sea of Ten Thousand Forests.

Mega-Camp No. 20 would host a public match.

The duel was held in the indoor training hall of the Adventurers’ Guild headquarters. The venue was vast, featuring a ring of spectator seats and even official referees sent by the guild.

The arena was surrounded by sturdy stone walls, and the floor was covered in sand, allowing the duelists to fight freely without worrying about damaging the environment.

Adventurers were high-spirited and clashed constantly, so the rules for their matches were the most refined in any circle.

Stop at the first sign of contact, no crippling, no eye-gouging, no attacking vital points… and so on.

Normally, this venue would not be lent out so easily, but today’s match was an exhibition between the first and second-ranked guilds, so the prestige had to be maintained.

The spectator seats were packed like never before.

Almost every notable figure from the Ten Great Guilds and the southern adventurer circles had arrived to watch.

The crowd buzzed with discussion, everyone curious — just who were these two suicidal Saints who had forced the Twin Heroes to personally step in and teach them a lesson?

“Where did the Yaoguang Guild find these outsiders? They actually want to take on the Twin Heroes?”

“Are they out of their minds?”

However, such thoughts had already begun to waver since last night.

Rumors of the closed-door match with the Royal Capital Hero had spread — they had left completely unscathed, and it was even said that the “rookie Hero” had won.

How was that possible?

Yet, others claimed that the day before, the Royal Capital Hero had defeated thirty instructors from the Regional Poetry Guild in a gauntlet match.

It was hard to tell truth from fiction.

This was the charm of the adventurer circles — explosive news and false rumors emerged one after another.

But today — a public battle.

Seeing is believing.

Everyone was eager to see this grand drama.

Moreover, a match between locals and outsiders was always the most talked-about duel.

“What do you think?”

“What else is there to think? Who could beat the Twin Heroes?”

“I heard there’s a Pastoralist on the other side… a Pastoralist fighting a Hero?”

“Those two from the Sorrowful Knife Guild aren’t even human; they’re monsters.”

“Is Yaoguang just here to deliver their heads on a platter?”

At least eighty percent of the audience supported the locals, the Twin Heroes, and the Sorrowful Knife Guild.

Only the members of the Yaoguang Guild stood on the side of those two Saints of unknown origin.

Even within the second-ranked guild, there were those who were dissatisfied.

Many held a prejudice against the Church, believing Saints were nothing more than mystical, incompetent frauds.

—

There was also a small interlude.

The White-haired Witch Bemore arrived early, intending to enter the dueling arena.

However, she was stopped by the staff.

“Non-participants are prohibited from entering. You must purchase a ticket to watch.”

Bemore was stunned on the spot.

“Didn’t we agree to settle this today? Why do I need a ticket?”

She looked resentful.

In the end, she had to obediently buy a ticket and take a seat in the front row.

Though she was lawlessly arrogant in her speech, her behavior was strangely law-abiding.

As for Legeas — she did not show up.

She had entered seclusion last night.

Clearly, she had gained some new insight.

All of this was within Bemore’s expectations.

‘Legeas, let me see what Samimi is made of first, then I’ll tell you when I get back,’ she muttered to herself.

—

Inside the waiting room.

Samimi and Niubao sat together.

Standing before them were Divine Blade Huck, the Plum Blossom Calculator, and Selina.

“Niubao, remember not to cross blades directly!”

“Surrender if you can’t win!”

“Don’t risk your life!”

“Remember to strike at their middle!”

The three of them bombarded them with instructions.

“Good luck.”

Even the young girl, Aoi, had come in her mana wheelchair to cheer them on.

“This victory will be a gift for you, Miss Aoi,” Samimi replied with a smile.

Clearly, a single “good luck” from Aoi was more effective than the mountain of nonsense from the other three.

“It’s time to go out,” a guild staff member knocked on the door to remind them.

“Miss Shalum, Niubao,” Divine Blade Huck said in a heavy voice.

“Let’s go.”

Samimi stood up and left with Niubao.

—

The contestants’ passage.

It was a long corridor.

Every step carried a sense of weight.

It was very much like a martial arts manga.

Some would walk out toward tragedy.

Some would walk out toward invincibility.

And they should belong to the weaker side, walking the “path of tragedy.”

Passing through the lit exit, the two of them stepped into the vast indoor arena.

It was the size of a football field.

They were surrounded by hundreds of spectators.

There was no applause.

There were no cheers.

Only coldness and doubt — even hostility.

The members of the second-ranked guild barely managed a few shouts of encouragement, which sounded exceptionally weak.

The two stood on the left side, looking like stray dogs that no one cared about.

Yet Samimi was trembling with excitement.

‘This feeling of the whole world looking down on me…’

‘It’s fantastic.’

She suppressed a smile.

‘I’m going to smash all your faces later.’

She had waited for this moment for far too long.

The stage to play the pig to eat the tiger had finally arrived.

—

“They’re here!”

“They’re here!!”

“The Twin Heroes!!!”

The entire venue erupted.

The sound was deafening, making the very air tremble.

Two figures, one blue and one red, emerged from the opposite tunnel.

Before they could even be seen, their blade qi arrived first.

Murderous intent soared to the heavens.

The Red Ghost Mask.

The Waka-onna Mask.

The Twin Heroes made their entrance.

The crowd’s cheers rose like a tide.

They were the idols of the southern adventurers, just like the legendary figures of the Church.

Their presence overwhelmed everything.

The four contestants took their positions.

The referee was a beautiful woman in a guild uniform.

Several S-Class powerhouses were stationed in the shadows, guarding the area.

Safety was guaranteed.

“Both sides, get ready!”

“Begin!” the referee announced.

Yet, the four of them were in no hurry.

They slowly walked toward the center.

The distance closed to 10 meters.

They continued to stare each other down as the air solidified.

“I thought you would have run away overnight,” Blue Ghost said coldly.

She restrained herself from attacking immediately. To win, she had to win beautifully.

“I’m going to blow your face apart,” Samimi replied with a smile. “I’m quite curious what kind of monsters you sisters actually look like.”

The entire venue instantly fell silent.

Everyone was stunned by what they heard.

This woman was really not afraid of death.