Ron took the note, unfolded it, and started reading, his brows gradually furrowing, and his expression turning serious.
"What's wrong, teacher?" Lilia leaned in, asking with concern.
"The rules of the Bloody Gladiatorial Games have changed."
Ron handed the note to her:
"They've canceled the final duel, replacing it with a mixed beast fight involving both apprentices and slaves. The final ranking will be determined by the masters based on performance scores."
Lilia finished reading the note, her face losing its color:
"A mixed beast fight? Doesn't that mean that not only the slaves have to fight, but the masters have to go on the field themselves?"
"Exactly."
Ron's brows were tightly knitted, but his eyes flashed with a strange light, not of fear, but a faint expectation mixed with calm contemplation:
"It seems like the difficulty and risk of this gladiatorial event have increased significantly."
