"Fifty… percent…?"
Zenova Artoria sounded flabbergasted, even amazed that the penalty of losing here could go this far. Losing fifty percent in an instant would surely mean death for any normal person out there, including supreme geniuses.
Only those who have extraordinary Wills would be able to endure such a loss, and even then, going into a comatose state for a few weeks or even years was confirmed as the soul would automatically try to protect itself from needing to endure the pain.
Such consequences were no different than giving a death sentence for getting killed here.
Once Zenova Artoria read the rules and saw that there was nothing for her to take advantage of here, causing her to lower her gaze and look at Evelynn and Shirley.
"I'm sure the two of you don't want to be killed, so it would help if both of you could admit defeat."
"Surely, you jest." Evelynn giggled, her bosoms wavering underneath her robes ever so slightly.
