"So many people actually died?"
In the white number one competition area, the empty field was populated by a group of people crowding around a man clad in a white cloak with golden edges, standing regal in the center of the field as if he were surveying his own territory.
"Indeed, at least fifty percent of the new warriors in each zone have perished. All our isolation protective devices have malfunctioned." A Silver Armored Guard knelt in front of the man. "The staff at the Teleportation Management have all disappeared. All teleportation formations were preprogrammed."
The man nodded, "I see, you may go back."
"Yes." The Silver Armored Guard stood up, bowed his head, backed away a few steps, then turned and quickly left.
An old man with white beard by the man's side asked doubtfully, "Your Highness Alpha, there should have been people from the New Warriors' Oversight Council supervising the competition. Why is there no one inquiring this time?"