Chapter 590 Ah... impressive
The demon sneered at Kyle and promptly landed on the stage, but the silver-haired man remained suspended above the stage, casting a glance at the illusionary figure.
"Just a minute. After all..."
He glanced at the demon staring at him with an amused expression.
"... there's no rule preventing me from taking my time outside the stage."
The illusionary figure looked at him with a speechless expression, even though it was made of energy, it had a consciousness to understand Kyle's intention.
Also, it realized there were truly no rules stopping the human from spending time outside the stage where he would fight.
The demon, having just heard his words, shouted at the illusionary figure in protest, and it looked at Kyle, urging the man to land on the stage so it could start the battle. But Kyle looked away and glanced at a distant stage where Alec had just encountered a transcendent rank individual.
'I have observed everyone else's fighting style, but his is the only one I haven't seen. Since he wields a sword, a minute should be enough to gauge his mastery level.'
Kyle's eyebrow arched as he watched Alec wield the sword effortlessly, executing a sequence of complex strikes that culminated in a masterful final blow, leaving the transcendent man incapacitated. Alec's strikes were precise, each movement meticulously crafted.
"That sword..."
His eyes narrowed at the large sword in Alec's hand, and only then did he notice the sword was enveloped in a subtle yet pure golden glow. A sudden realization dawned on him that the sword resonated with joy in the hands of its wielder. Follow the latest novels on no/velbin(.)com
He tilted his head and suddenly recalled the two words he had somehow caught after lip-reading the shadow general who was conversing with some demons.
"Oh, don't tell me the shadow general asked you to get my blood?"
Kyle's eyes chilled when he saw shock in the demon's eyes. A cold smile appeared on his lips as he loosened his grip on the man's neck and slapped his face.
"How about you tell me why? Maybe I will let you live a little longer."
But instead of replying to him, the man shouted toward the illusionary figure.
"I admit-!"
Kyle clamped his other hand over the man's mouth, and the man's white slit pupils widened in agony as intense pain surged through his entire body.
"It's okay if you don't want to tell me. I already know the shadow generals want my blood. So, I will figure out the rest later when I am fighting them both."
He swiftly separated the man's soul from his body and flicked his fingers to conjure water, cleansing the blood from his hands. The illusionary figure floating outside the stage landed beside him and declared him the winner with a hint of incredulity in its somewhat monotone eyes.
Meanwhile, Alec, having just defeated his opponent and now able to catch his breath, scanned his surroundings with a perplexed expression because during the fight, he felt an odd stare fixed on him.
It was a keen, evaluating gaze, not threatening but more like someone sizing up his skills. However, he scratched his head upon realizing that nobody seemed to be observing him closely except a few audience who were watching his battle.
"Did I make a mistake?"