Chapter 589 Winner

Chapter 589 Winner

Atticus had buried every single feeling that wouldn't help with ending the existence of Cerron deep down inside him.

He knew it was wrong. It was only an insult, one that wouldn't really justify ending the life of a person, but Atticus didn't care. He had never really been the moral high-type of person.

Cerron had insulted his mother, and he wanted him dead. That was all there was to it.

But unfortunately, he was too weak to decide something like that. He couldn't ever dream of facing a grandmaster rank, not with his current power.

The powerful make the rules.

Atticus knew and believed in that phrase, which was why he hadn't said anything when Dekai had stopped him from killing Cerron. It wasn't his place to; he was weak.

Regardless, he would never let it slide. It wasn't in his nature. Follow the latest novels at novelhall.com

Atticus suddenly raised his arm, and his construct responded in kind.

Its faceless head turned toward Cerron with unsettling speed.

Cerron appeared to have come out of his shock, both his arms pointed forward as he tried his best to create another construct from scratch.

But would Atticus allow that?

Atticus's construct exploded forward and covered the distance between them. Its arms rose, and the katana exploded, transforming into a massive, thick hammer raised skyward.

It descended like a meteor, hurtling with unstoppable force.

"W-wait no!"

The hammer smashed into Cerron's surprised figure like a thunderclap. The impact was cataclysmic, sending shockwaves through the ground.

But it was far from over.

The hammer ascended and descended once more, another intense shockwave spreading.

And then again, and again, and again.

Atticus was relentless. His gaze maintained its cold look as his arm ascended and descended continuously, controlling his construct.

The screams of Cerron were drowned by each cataclysmic impact of the massive hammer.

Dekai cleared his head and focused his eyes on the large crater and Cerron, who was deeply lodged inside it.

The crater was filled with blackened blood, and in the middle of it was Cerron. The clothes of the sanctum were made to withstand even the hottest of the sanctum's heat, but unfortunately, Cerron's body wasn't made that way.

His whole skin had been burned, leaving his muscles and internal parts on display. There were clothes glued firmly to his healing body, and his whole body continuously sizzled as it cooked. His eyes weren't open; he had long since lost consciousness. The pain he felt could not be imagined.

Dekai motioned for one of the instructors, and he immediately appeared inside the crater and descended with Cerron.

And then, Dekai turned towards Atticus.

The fourth summit became eerily quiet. The shock they were all feeling was intense.

Dekai broke the silence,

"The winner of this battle is Atticus Ravenstein. Any objections?"

No one said anything. Should there be any objections in the first place?

Dekai was trying hard not to smile, but the excitement he was feeling was too great. A small smile appeared on his face as he continued talking,

"Good. Atticus Ravenstein, are you ready to take the test of the fourth summit?"

'Your last test,' Dekai added inwardly.

Atticus immediately nodded. The cold aura around his body had dimmed significantly, but he felt like it would be better if Cerron was dead.

Staying here was making him remember Cerron. There was no need to waste any more time here again.

'This boy,'

Dekai smiled widely, his heart beating fast.

His once weightless figure in the air seemed to become heavy as he descended and landed on the burning summit floor with force.

The flames of the burning ground around him instantly got snuffed out. The temperature spiked, a sudden heat wave spreading out.

The butt of Dekai's staff hit the ground with force, the air around him igniting.

Dekai's voice boomed,

"Let us begin."