Hearing that strange events might unfold in the arena today, everyone had crammed into the spectator tiers. The bald young man pushed through the disciples who were forced to line up starting from the first row.
"Calvo, come here!"
Since he was an energy control type, Calvo could control the blood flowing from where his severed arm was. Because his limb was still nailed to the wall, there was nothing else he could do.
"Barbarian girl, stop immediately!"
Nafız, who came next to the arm fixed by the arrow, turned her head with the sound coming from where the Black Lily disciples were huddled on the third tier. Her hands were not idle; pulling her arrow quickly, she took the bald youth's right arm into her palm.
"What is it, what do you want?"
Nafız spoke while tossing the arm, whose fingers were starting to turn purple, into the air and catching it; it was as if she was having fun with an ordinary toy rather than a human arm.
"Give my brother's arm back immediately and apologize for what you did. Otherwise, no one can save you from my hands!"
When Calvo's brother Virgen spoke, Nafız tightly gripped the arm she had thrown into the air; the sound of breaking bones echoed in the arena.
"You scum!"
Virgen went mad and stood up, but he was surrounded by the representatives of the five clans. Young people, each with different symbols on their chests, stopped the Black Lily representative.
"Young girl, isn't that enough?"
The person carrying the star cluster symbols called out to Nafız; evidently, this time they had taken sides with Virgen.
"Little one, there are boundaries here that you shouldn't cross!"
"If these boundaries are crossed once, life inside the sect won't be very easy!"
The reactions coming from the five were on the same plane; although they were in competition with each other, they were united against the outside. A slight smile perched on Nafız's face but disappeared immediately; she pursed her lips and lowered her eyebrows as if scared.
The reaction was so familiar that those controlling a certain area were uniting against a suddenly appearing external reaction. After the clans began to see the sect's lands as their own property with Sheikh Atractivo's indifferent management approach, the branches within the Holy Blood Sect had also fallen into the same thought.
Just as the Black Lily Virgen used his brother, they were giving the same tasks to their subordinates; there was no difference in what newcomers or ownerless students suffered from them. Now when Jashua and Nafız started to crush a power among them, they united as if it had been done to themselves.
This was a message. They were saying, "We parceled this place out; if anyone wants to throw a wrench in our works, we will become a single fist and do what is necessary."
"You are right, I need to know my place!"
After Nafız spoke with her head bowed, she hurled the arm in her hand towards those taking a stand against her; this was a gesture of submission. While those around watched the limb progressing in the air, they also began to talk among themselves.
"She did the most logical thing; she showed her power enough anyway!"
"Yes, now even if the Black Lily wants to take revenge, the other five clans won't allow it to pull them to their own ranks!"
Those who have submitted could understand the state of the one submitting, but this time things would not go as they expected. Calvo reached towards his arm in the air; there was maybe a meter left to catch it or not when Nafız lifted her head that was looking at the ground.
Her face, where an expression as cold as ice had settled, changed along with the five arrows she fired from the bow in her hand. Her demonic energy dispersed all stagnation and turned into a smile stretching from one ear to the other.
"My arm! No!"
The bald youth shouted at the top of his lungs; following the arrows that pierced through his limb almost within his arms, what remained in his hand was a handful of blood pool.
"What did you do?"
"And on top of my words too?"
Virgen was speechless, but the representatives of the other five clans were in a state to catch fire from anger. When they moved downwards from the tier they were on, those around them looked for a hole to hide. While advancing through the path formed in front of them, their heads were high, their gazes were arrogant; even their angry states were not like the others.
"And on top of your word too; what do you plan to do about this subject?"
Nafız was just grinning; the person answering the five approaching them slowly was none other than Jashua.
"I will bring that fiefdom of yours down on your head!"
The youth carrying the sun symbol was about to go out of control; together with his friends, they sent the energy overflowing from their bodies into the arena, but there, Jashua and Nafız's united blood energy met them.
"Know your place, little rat; it is not your place to talk about the fiefdom of which I am the Lord!"
Jashua did not step back; he was extremely brave against his opponents who turned into enemies, and the blood of the young girl right next to him was boiling.
"Six carrion crows have united and are running wild inside the sect. Are you going to make life a dungeon for me?"
With Nafız's outburst, the air became thoroughly tense; the hatred in the environment intensified so much that the viewers could smell it.
"You stay out of it, this is my job!"
The youth with the tattoo on his face got up from his place and started to advance; right behind him were five people from his own group who could fight. They advanced step by step and came to the edge of the arena; the two sides were glaring at each other over the low wall separating them. The event developed so spontaneously that neither the betting office nor the clerks keeping records could intervene.
There was no obstacle in front of the parties starting to fight, and the collision could start at any moment.
"Virgen, enough!"
A stern and rude male voice echoed by hitting the walls of the arena; the six people who were about to lunge forward were nailed to where they stood.
A man in a black robe had appeared on the top tier, and the Black Lily disciples turned towards him and kneeled.
"Take your brother and leave this place immediately!"
The order was clear; Virgen, turning back rapidly, shouldered his brother who was drowning in tears and did as he was told. The Black Lily group, whose four members were lying on the battlefield, left the arena; the representatives of the remaining five clans were watching them like everyone else.
"Where did this man come from?"
"It means the Third Elder is aware of what happened!"
"I say we should leave too!"
With the representatives turning back, their teams also stood up; a crowded group of people began to walk up the stairs.
"Rats, where are you running to?"
Jashua shouted as strongly as the man in the black robe at least; every single disciple inside the arena heard what came out of his mouth.
"I am calling out to you; I will accept all challenges coming here today! Why don't you try your luck?"
The Young Count spoke by emphasizing every letter; if a definition of provocation was asked, Jashua would be sufficient on his own.
"We will not trample on the words of the Third Elder's right hand, but make sure you watch your back after this hour!"
After the youth carrying the sun symbol made a short explanation, he and the other clan representatives left the Blood Arena. Many events had occurred in a short time; the other disciples who hadn't digested these yet were astonished.
"Bet concluded. The winner is Jashua's team!"
When the betting office made the announcement piercing the silence, the crowd, upon whom dead soil had been thrown just a moment ago, started shouting. Some were shouting from joy, some from sorrow; the results of today's bet would be sharp for everyone.
"Oh my donkey head, I bet my last remaining blood crystal on the Black Lilies too!"
"Man, you did it just to spite me, didn't you? I told you, I said bet on Count Jashua today!"
The winner among the friends who bickered at the beginning of the bet was the one who bet on Jashua, like yesterday. He was looking enthusiastically at the large blood stone that rose from the office and came to his hands, but his friend's sad face could be seen even through the red stone.
"Here, let this much be yours; you can cover what you lost for two days!"
The young man, who grew the small blood stone in his hand multifold with the bets he placed on Jashua, gave his friend from his own blood stones. This move was met with astonishment by his friend; not only him, but those around were also astounded.
"What is this face, you are my friend. We laughed and had fun, but while you experienced such a big loss, it wouldn't suit me not to help. Besides, didn't Count Jashua generously distribute half of what he won yesterday to us? If I want to watch him, I must behave in the same way!"