Chapter 232: A Slick of Hand

The colosseum was at a silent as the only sound heard was the rubble from a broken wall. The surface of the arena had a line of black trails that emits a light smoke. Time seemed to have stopped as the crowd's eyes didn't blink at all. The word 'amazing' ran across their mind but none of them could say it. What did they have just witnessed? What did this imply? It was simply too much for them to handle.

However, the reality was as such. Lyon retracted his hand as his figure turned back to his happy-go-lucky self. With his hand behind his head, the youth casually walked to his team while whistling.

In one of the seats in the spectator, Karina had a tinge of a smile as she witnessed what just happened. "That fellow is full of tricks."

Ryona who sat beside her couldn't help but asked, "Oh, you realize something?"

"Of course, knowing him, I carefully watch his every move, so of course I notice something and it's a cheap move."

"Wow, you are really scary when you reach Divine Realm." (Even I didn't notice it).

"That's because you are looking at his face the whole time Ryona."

Ryona blushed before lightly punch Karina's shoulder, "Ah c'mon, don't act like you didn't?"

Karina's eyes turned away not admitting nor denying her claim.

"Hahaha! Take that!" a familiar shout was heard from among the seats of the principals. Argeon put his hands up as if the victory was his own doing before saying, "Well what do you think Khafai? Huh? Where did he go?"

As the four principals were wondering where did Khafai go, the sound of the last rubble was heard before the smoke cleared, revealing two figures.

"Look! Over there!" said one of the crowd.

"It's principal Khafai? He is shielding Faust!"

Khafai's torso was tattered as his chest was revealed to the masses. The bright burn from the strike Lyon launched was etched on his skin without any sign of recovering. The honorable principal was reduced to such a state from the strike of a student.

However, despite the injury, the man didn't show any pain on his face, but on his mind, something else was bothering him. The strike he received just now obviously didn't come from an ordinary Soul Realm cultivator. It was basically impossible for a cultivator at that level to produce such might. Yet it happened right in front of him.

"Faust, be careful, your greatest adversary might just be that aloof youth," muttered Faust before he leaped toward his seat and paid respect to the overseers, "Forgive me for this unsightly fashion, I will get change in a moment."

Faust was left dumbfounded before he looked at Lyon while gritting his teeth. It was lucky enough for him that the principal jumped in for his protection, otherwise, what could have become of him?

"Faust are you okay? Did it hurt somewhere?" Fue's caring words didn't enter his ears as he sat down and thought about the upcoming battle.

"Hmm, you don't look too good Khafai? Hahaha!" Argeon wouldn't miss this chance even if he had to skip his grandmother's birthday.

The other three principals had black lines over their head but they didn't want to reprimand him. He was old enough to know what's being benevolent means.

Facing the sneer from the weakest principal, Khafai could only grit his teeth before changing his cloth in one swift movement.

(That explains everything) thought Van as he looked at his laughing friend. This guy, if he was not one hundred percent sure he would win, he wouldn't be here.

Old Dan grunted as he looked at the underdog youth.

"Oi, w-where is the stone?!" stuttered one of the crowd.

"It-its not regenerating?!"

"No-no-no, it must be some sort of lag."

They waited and waited but the stone didn't appear. Not even the pieces were visible to the naked eyes. It was ultimately obliterated to the point of no return.

One of the crowd was trembling as he held his betting ticket. He looked at the number of beads he bet and multiplied with its multiplier accordingly. "FUCK I'M RICH! FUCK I'M RICH!"

His shout sent a waking signal to the others that the whole event that just happened had a betting session.

"Aw yeah! I'm getting a new husband!"

"I'm getting a fancy carriage!"

"Fuck I'm broke, hey can I be your new husband?"

The crowd immediately turned to their true self as some were disbelief in their claim.

Sophia's assistant suddenly approached her and whispered something before giving a piece of paper, "This many?"

The assistant nodded.

She shook her head before smiling, "It's alright, we are of the Treas family, we don't do lying."

Her eyes landed on the aloof youth who were now joking with his friends. (Is it really you? Is your identity was that explained by the Empress? The Emperor?). She needed more evidence before she could be sure because the story she was told was unbelievable.

"As expected of big brother! You did the impossible again!" shouted Jugen.

"Hahaha," Lyon put his hand around his shoulder before bringing him to a corner.

"Well, I need you to hold on to this and put it in your spatial ring."

"?! That's the stone you just broke!"

"Nope, I didn't break it, that's just a diversion, see I was planning to strike Faust all along but his principal got in the way in the last second."

"So, that's like killing two birds with one stone! Wait, you will also get that VVIP ring! So three birds?"

"Three birds," nodded Lyon.

"Big bro, you're a legend! But it also came with a price, the tiger is waiting for her prey."

"The tiger?" Lyon furrowed his eyebrows before his eyes turned sharp, "It's Luna isn't it?"

Before he could face Luna, his shoulder was suddenly gripped by something as its claw embedded in it. "Might telling me, how do you want to die?"

The cold voice sent shivers down to his spine.