Chapter 445: A Complete Bunch of Useless People
Half an hour later.
It was now 2 PM.
Although Isabella knew this match was being livestreamed across all of Novaria and had already sparked quite a bit of discussion online, she didn't have time to check the internet.
"Let me announce the rules for the upcoming matches."
Robbie scanned the entire venue.
The crowd immediately fell silent, all eyes turning to Robbie.
"The Powell family, the Jordan family, the Fife family, and the Whispering Sect—you'll draw lots to determine the order. Number 1 will face Number 2 in the first round. After that match, the winner stays on stage, and Number 3 comes up to face them. This continues in the same way, and whoever remains on the stage at the end will be the final winner of this ancient martial arts competition."
The heads of the major families exchanged glances, all showing looks of understanding.
Raven stared at Gwyneth from afar, his eyes carrying a hint of contempt. After a moment, he turned to several members of The Whispering Sect and said, "When Gwyneth's daughter Isabella gets on stage, don't hold back. The more ruthless, the better. I'll reward you!"
The Whispering Sect members exchanged glances, their eyes flashing with excitement.
Delbert's gaze swept over Isabella in the crowd, showing a look of keen interest.
Isabella was quite attractive!
But what a shame.
She'd probably end up beaten black and blue by them.
Delbert smiled, his face full of cunning malice.
"Representatives from the four powers, please come up to draw lots."
Hearing this, Zander and the others looked at Isabella, reminding her, "Time to draw lots."
This time was different from the previous two. Because the Powell family's team had good luck, they'd drawn weaker opponents, but this time, no matter what, they would have to face either the Jordan family, the Fife family, or the Whispering Sect.
Isabella calmly walked to the drawing table. She reached into the box and pulled out a numbered ball.
She quickly glanced at it.
Number 4.
This meant the Powell family would be the last to take the stage.
Not bad.
As expected, her luck had always been decent.
Going up earlier meant facing more than one match, and if you used too much energy in the earlier fights, it would be bad for the final match.
When Isabella told Zander and the others the result, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
"Isabella, even though you're not much use, your luck is pretty good," Zander praised without holding back.
Was that really a praise?
Representatives from the four powers drew their numbers one by one.
Number 1: the Jordan family.
Number 2: The Whispering Sect.
Number 3: the Fife family.
Number 4: the Powell family.
"So the first match in the final round of this ancient martial arts competition will be the Jordan family versus The Whispering Sect," the host announced.
"The Jordan family and The Whispering Sect, please take the stage. The match will officially begin in five minutes!"
Hearing this, members from both sides took the stage.
Both sides had six people. The Jordan family's uniforms were light blue, the Whispering Sect's were black—easy to tell apart.
The Jordan family's leader was Geraldo Jordan.
The Whispering Sect's leader was Declan.
Gwyneth glanced at both sides of the stage, then at Manuel beside her, and smiled. "Good luck to you all."
Manuel smiled and nodded, then murmured, "I hope everything goes smoothly."
He prayed inwardly but couldn't help showing a worried expression.
Manuel had always been someone who avoided conflict. His approach to things was always gentle, so the younger generation of the Jordan family had inherited this trait to some degree—they didn't like competing aggressively.
But their opponent was The Whispering Sect.
Even if they didn't fight aggressively, their opponents wouldn't show them any mercy.
Half an hour ago, when the Bautista Family faced The Whispering Sect, not a single member came off the stage with all their limbs intact.
The Whispering Sect was absolutely brutal!
It wasn't that Manuel lacked confidence in his family members—he was just afraid of what was about to happen.
As everyone waited nervously, the five minutes passed.
"Time's up. The match begins!"
The moment those words fell, the Whispering Sect moved!
Led by Declan, they pounced toward the Jordan family members like fierce leopards.
Declan's target was clear—he was going after the Jordan family's leader, Geraldo!
Declan's black figure flashed past like a gale. Before anyone could see what happened, a powerful force erupted on the stage. Geraldo spat out blood and was sent flying dozens of meters by Declan's strike.
Luckily, the stage was large enough that he didn't fall off.
The faces of the family heads below the stage immediately grew serious.
Right from the start, the gap in strength between the two sides was obvious.
Geraldo struggled to stand up. He could feel that this single strike had caused serious internal injuries. His expression grew grave. Declan's strength was truly too much—he couldn't withstand Declan's power at all.
Geraldo gathered energy in his palm and launched a counterattack at Declan.
Declan's lips curved slightly, a cold killing intent flashing in his eyes. He effortlessly blocked Geraldo's strike, then grabbed Geraldo's wrist. A vicious look appeared in his eyes as he forcefully twisted Geraldo's wrist.
He broke Geraldo's hand.
Then Declan raised his hand and suddenly struck toward Geraldo's vital point at his chest.
Geraldo coughed up large amounts of blood, his face pale. His injuries were obviously severe—he couldn't get up.
He lay on the ground, mouth full of blood, struggling to turn his head toward Manuel's direction below the stage, his eyes full of guilt.
He really was too useless. He couldn't even withstand a single move from Declan, disappointing Manuel's expectations.
Manuel suddenly stood up and shouted, "Geraldo, don't push yourself! If you can't win, find a chance to leave the stage!"
Before the match, Manuel's only instruction to the Jordan family members was this one point.
Don't push yourself.
When you can't win, protect yourself first.
Don't go head-to-head with The Whispering Sect members.
Geraldo heard Manuel's words. He knew he was done for. If he still wanted to keep his life, he should get off the stage immediately.
Geraldo clenched his fist and crawled toward the edge of the stage.
But just then, a loud crash.
Declan appeared in front of Geraldo with lightning speed and kicked him hard back to the center of the stage.
"Want to run now?"
"I'm not done playing yet!"
With that, Declan stomped hard on Geraldo's back.
The sound of breaking bones clearly reached everyone's ears on the stage.
But all the Jordan family members were already struggling to protect themselves.
None of them was a match for the Whispering Sect members. They were beaten without any ability to fight back, their faces covered in blood.
The screams of Jordan's family members kept ringing out across the stage.
Manuel watched scene after scene unfold on stage, clenching his fists tightly.
"Stop it!"
"Enough! All of you, stop!"
But no one paid any attention to Manuel's words.
Just then, Raven laughed freely and spoke up: "Did I see that right? This is the so-called Jordan family? One of the top three families, the Jordan family—nothing special!"
"Just a bunch of trash."