Beloved

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Beloved

When Jewels made it to the participants hall, everyone was already in their groups and uniforms. Level 3-5 wore red, level 6-8 wore green and level 9-10 wore blue. Making her way towards the check in, while she waited patiently, a group of women in red bumped into the man in front of her which in turned bumped into her. The man and the group of women started arguing and while they argued, Jewels took that moment to move around the commotion and sign in. When she finished signing in and received her uniform, she felt a hand on her shoulders.

"Hey you, you jumped the line." The man that was in front of her said to her.

"If you would have paid attention instead of flirting, then I wouldn't have jumped the line as you said so." Jewels said as she swiped his hands off her shoulders.

Seeing that she was able to take his hands off of her, Leon got mad. In his lifetime, there had never been anyone who could remove his hands, once it touches an object. But the girl in front of him, swiped his hand off like an annoying fly, he became infuriated.

"Maybe instead of causing more trouble, I suggest you sign in and get your uniform, the tournament is about to start."

Jewels pushed her way past him and makes her way to the women's changing room, there she see a lot of women changing and primping. Jewels made her way to the back of the changing room and quickly changed into a semi-loose long sleeved shirt and red matching pants. While Jewels was tying her shoelaces, she felt a body of people make their way to where Jewels sat. In front of her was Maria, Lindsay and their entourage of friends.

"Who brought the trash in?" Maria said as the group of people laughed. "How were you able to get into the tournament? You must of used your Redbane connection to get you in?"

"Your Redbane connection finally realized what kind of trash you are to finally throw you away!" Lindsay said to Jewels as she giggled. "Prince Raiden has been seen the last week in the arms of a very beautiful lady. She's said to be the Princess of Mulberry."

Jewels raised her eyebrow at them not saying anything.

"Of course he would throw this trash away for the Princess of Mulberry, I mean, you just can't compare a diamond and trash!" One of the girls said.

"He dropped you the moment she arrived to Madewell," Maria dug into Jewels further. "Seems like you were nothing but his golden foil gift."

Everyone started laughing at Jewels and instead of getting angry at them, Jewels stands up and memorizes every face in front of her and promised to pay them back. The five girls in front of her stopped laughing when they saw her stone cold face.

"You better pray not to be my opponent in the arena." Jewels said threatening. "If we do see each other there, the only way you will leave the arena is under a white sheet."

Jewels threatening aura overwhelmed them quickly. It oppressed their will to fight back physically and mentally. It was the announcement of the tournament that broke up the bullying session in the back of the women's changing room.

Everyone made their way to the entrance to the arena. Around the raised platform, held seats for the participants to sit in. Each group was assigned a section of the seating and Jewels sat at the back and last seat of her seating section. With no one around her, she was able to watch the fighting without distractions.

The number of participants were 50. 25 participants were level 3-5, 15 were level 6-8 and 10 participants were level 9-10. The first group to fight was cultivators level 3-5 and since there was an odd number of competitors fighting, the rules of the fighting was last opponent standing. The whole 25 competitors will go on to the arena. If anyone who gets knocked out of the area, gets too injured and forfeits, or is killed in the area, they will lose. Anyone who has friends or came to the tournament with allies were more than likely to survive the beginning of the fight. Allies would band together to fight off the lone wolves, such as Jewels.

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