Chapter 1102: Not a Word

Chapter 1102: Not a Word

Despite Umi's declaration of thrilling battles, the fifth match ended the moment it began. Cultivator Nam, the silent swordsman swished past Bregar and cut his throat before the Chosen of Bragi could even say a word. Shock and despair filled his expression as light left his eyes and he vanished from the arena. This was how the fifth match ended and Nam continued on to the quarter-finals.

After the winner was announced and Nam left the stage, Umi introduced the participants of the next round as they entered. One was the peculiar exorcist from the Voracious Cloud Continent, the other was the Blind Man, the urthan chosen of Hodr, the god of cold, darkness, and winter.

“This is the one, right?” Mina asked Mary excitedly. the Chosen of Hestia nodded with a serious face.

“Did you find all the totems?” Seth asked to make sure.

“Yeah, we found all the totems set up around the stadium and apprehended the people who set them up,” the head of administration explained. Seth looked at the arena, feeling the massive presence lurking below. All preparations were in place. The show could begin.

“Good.”

....

Standing in the arena, he grasped the ragged handle of his sword tightly. He could smell the cold damp air and vividly imagine the sky covered in gray clouds and the arena that was submerged in the pale, gray light, sucking saturation from everything. Maybe the scene he imagined was influenced by his own mindset, but what a fittingly dreary setting for what he was about to do.

He was nervous and depressed. Until the last moment he had hoped things wouldn't actually play out like this, but everything went as they told him. He drank the potion before drawing lots, It raised his luck by 60 points, yet he still ended up matching with the right opponent. Wasn't luck supposed to work in his favor? Did that mean this was really the only way?Ne/w novel chapters are published at novelhall.com

The old man wavered, feeling conflicted. Concentrating on the cultivator, who would play along with him, he hoped to find him waver too. Maybe, if both of them didn't want to do this, they could find a way to stop it...? No, there was no ending this now. But it would have made him feel better if he wasn't the only one doubting their actions.

Thanks to the clamoring and noise of the stadium and the blessing of his god, he was able to perceive the rough contours of the arena. However, Fan Juan stood still like a statue. No hint of nervousness, no racing heart, no quivering limbs...

~Not enough...~ a dark voice rumbled quietly in his mind. Was this the voice of the demon they were summoning? What did he mean by that?

“Damn it-! No! No! I didn't agree to this!” Fan Juan suddenly exclaimed. Did something go wrong? before his senses, he detected the cultivator, his contours, the heat of his body, the strong vitality coursing through his veins, as well as his rising heartbeat.

This vitality was now slowly draining down into the formation he was able to feel so vividly. The man attempted to flee from the arena, but he fell the moment he tried to step away. Hectically, he made hand movements and used various foreign energies, but he didn't move away from that spot anymore.

~Not....enough...!~ The voice said again, more forceful this time, the vitality was sucked even quicker from the cultivator. In a matter of seconds, Fan Juan fell silent, unable to move. The old man now also felt the drain of the formation and directly fell to his knees. Yes, this was not how it was supposed to go. Something had gone wrong... But maybe this was for the best.

Something must have gone wrong with the formation and now the demon was taking their life instead of that of the audience. This was at least the old man's hope. With just the two of them, maybe it would all fail and nobody else would have to die. he still held up his end of the deal, so nothing would happen to her...

He thanked his luck. Yes, this was truly the best outcome he could have hoped. Convincing himself, that this was the best and that nothing would happen to her, he slowly slipped into the darkness. In his last moments, he felt a terrifying presence rising from the bowels of the earth. The World gave its farewells, by gifting him one last moment of true existential fear.

...

The formation glowed a deep red. Seth's eyes glinted when he heard a notification that a new formation was memorized. The Sigil of Bragmomal was usable with the ability he had attained from the demon scroll. It was a surprising message in a weird situation.

While he was distracted, things started to change in the arena. The two participants had fallen to the ground, their life essence being pulled in to power the formation that had lost the totems that would have expanded it to encompass the whole stadium.

Another suspicion had been confirmed with this incident. Seth was now sure that the demons of Bragmomal, the enemy Joannia and the fleet of Epsilon had faced in their homeland, had also aided the Scene in setting up the formation that aided them in their “ascension”.

But this time, they had caught wind of it in time. So all that was left was to watch the show.