Chapter 1088. Garmin Del'Prado

The audience was shocked, their poltern stuck in their throats. Their great champion had not been simply snuffed out the moment after his opponent entered his second phase, no, they were forced to watch him get tortured by the beast his opponent had become. However, the moment the poltern stopped., an even greater turmoil erupted as the players fell silent.

Cultivators who knew how Dumm Ting won were appalled, many outright screaming their protest. Protest in the shape of curses and death threats. Had they been offended by his lustful nature before, they now outright asked for someone to take his life.

It didn't take long for the people who wondered why the cultivators were snapping to ask for the reason and the horrible truth quickly spread among the dense audience ranks until the whole stadium chanted for Dumm Ting's death. Polter's loss and how he lost was one thing, but they were the smallest reason for the crowd's reaction.

The beast in question on the other hand was losing his mind. Acting like an aimless monster, crashing his fist into the arena floor, roaring mindlessly, he seemed out of control. The power he had accumulated had not been kind to him.

“Now, I understand what he said before. I don't want to imagine how he accumulated so much energy, but it seems that he can't control it once he unleashed it,” Yu commented with a frown, seeing Dumm Tinga acting at the center of the stadium. “The berserk Qi is melting his body from the inside out, he is currently dying with excruciating pain.”

“Good! Let him!” Fin said coldly, however, it didn't sound like this gruesome fate was not enough to appease her. It definitely wasn't enough to appease Karina, who was silently staring at the arena, her usually kind eyes were filled with murderous intent.

“I'm just saying this so nobody does anything stupid. Don't touch him while he is a participant in the tournament,” he said to himself, as much as to the others. Seth gave the room a serious look, especially Karina who seemed ready to jump into the arena right now. “He's free game once he is out,” he added.

The blacksmith wasn't happy at all. Dumm Ting's alleged deeds to gain power were appalling, but what had his innards boiling, was that he was forced to watch Polter suffer, as the monster ripped him apart on the stage. The dwarf was one of the few outside of Minas Mar, Seth considered a friend and cared for.

“What if he wins?” Mina asked, she had a bad taste in her mouth just thinking about this creature winning the tournament and having Seth make a legendary weapon for him. Seth's nail was silently scratching on the armrest of his chair.

“Then he will get his legendary equipment. Of course, whether it will be a blessing or a curse to him...is up to me,” he answered coldly. his tone made it quite clear, that it was not going to be the former, IF the cultivator won.

“Boss, what do we do about this?” Umi Kaldrops finally asked over the comlink. it had been two minutes since Polter's loss. Dumm Ting was calming down, bleeding from all orifices he was slowly falling silent. It was clear that he finally died.

“Declare him the winner and end him. We have more fight for the day,” the tower master answered her, prompting her to give a small, but shocked nod.

...

“Little man, how did you like that? Do you fear me now? Huhuhu, that look in your eyes tells me you do, and you are right in doing so. Once this tournament is over, I will find you and-”

Dumm Ting stopped talking when a heavy gauntlet suddenly rested on his shoulder. During the split second it stayed there, the cultivator felt a terrifying and dark energy enter his body. It was evil, and corrupted, but far colder and vicious than the power he gained from the sacrifices.

Most of all, it was strong and fast, invading his body against his will before he could react and sapping away strength. He felt weak, and sick and vertigo rattled his brain while his field of vision distorted. His joints started aching and his stomach churning.

Shocked, he turned to the man who laid his hand on his shoulder, trying to jump away from his touch, but a sudden blinding light blinded him for a moment. When his shaky vision returned, he was no longer in the weird clean room, where he was revived.

He stood on a barren field, as far as his eyes could see. Above the dry plain of dirt was a black sky. An insurmountable feeling of dread filled his mind when a hand broke through the gray ash covering the dry ground.

Dark hollow souls of children and women rose, grasping for his legs, his body his being. The darkest fear that had plagued him in the dreams he was unable to remember until now, had come true. The souls of his victims had come for retribution, they were here to drag him into the dark emptiness outside the circle of reincarnation, where he had banished them with his deeds.

He couldn't run, he couldn't hide. All his power was gone and he could only uselessly struggle as he drowned in their bodies and was pulled down into the darkness.

...

“What in the world did you do to him?” Polter asked befuddled, seeing the giant villain frozen in place. His expression was struck with terror, while his eyes were quickly jumping all over the place as if he was dreaming a horrible dream with his eyes wide open. Polter waved his hand in front of the man's face, but there was no reaction at all.

Seth glanced at Antares, his shield he used to cast <Harrowing Light>, right after using Lesath to give him a little taste of the Plague Curse. He didn't expect the light to be this effective on a cruel monster like this, maybe he should use this more often?

“Don't worry about it. Let's leave here.”