Chapter 1656 Body Before Mind

Chapter 1656 Body Before Mind

"A fresh peak rank 1?" Disappointment was apparent on the princess' face.

Varian fused the paths of the clone, pushing it to a peak rank 1 state.

But of course, the clone was too weak to sustain any real fighting. If the clone could do everything, he didn't need to risk everything to come here.

Once again, Eshala only saw what he wanted her to see.

"You can't win against them, but inflicting soul injury..."

A powerful soul force fluctuated around Varian, causing Eshala's eyes to widen.

The attack was honestly too weak for her. But the quality of the attack...

"It's very exquisite."

Of course, it would be. It's created from the mini-slivers of life and death themselves!

"It's not like I'm losing anything with your presence." Eshala muttered. "But who are you and why are you doing this?"

Varian took a deep breath and turned his gaze to the highest pavilion, focusing on a handsome man's silhouette.

His eyes glowed for a moment and he spoke in a cold tone. "Revenge."

"Ah? You're one of those?" Eshala rolled her eyes. "Well at least you aren't saying you'll sneak upon Samael like the idiots before, are you? Even my finest assassins fail and I'm in charge of the empire's assassins."

"No." Varian shook his head without any hesitation. "That's beyond my reach. If he wants to dethrone you, it's enough as long as you remain on the throne. I truly believe you can kill him one day." "If you can succeed, I'll have a chance." Eshala said.

"I'm ready to throw away my life for winning." Varian bowed his head.

"Very well, I'll arrange an identity for you. You're...hm, the survivor of a extinct race?" With a few taps on her bracelet, Eshala already obtained the information Krystal Arts encrypted.

"Your true identity will be a trump card of my faction to be deployed in unexpected situations, just like these."

Varian nodded.

{The duels end in thirty minutes}

"Now get out there and win a spot for the next competition." Eshala flickered her finger and an insignia printed itself on his forehead, marking him as her property.

He was blasted out of the doors which quickly closed as if nothing happened.

'Fuck.'

In a minute, the clone reached the private room and merged with the main body.

His voice grew weak and his legs wobbled. Before he even knew why, he collapsed to the ground and trembled violently.

"Cy-Cyris...m-my bo-body is..shaking! It's shivering! S-Stop it! Please stop it!" Cyris came to her senses only when she heard his voice. She glanced at the stop where Varian stood blankly for a moment before checking her slave mark.

It's subtle but she could feel it.

'The mark is fading. In a few days, it'll be gone.'

"Cyris! Ahhh, cyris, m-my body...stop it...it's...it's..."

Adsher curled up, tears spilling out of his eyes like there's no tomorrow.

The scariest part?

"I...Stop my body!"

He didn't even know why.

"Master," Cyris glanced at the position where Adsher previously stood and checked it with the fine line carved by Varian's space leap.

With a slight calculation, she checked his shoulder.

She was right!

"Your shoulder..." Cyris instinctively took a step back and pointed to the tiny, tiny silver spot on him.

It wasn't even a single droplet of aura. Heck, not even a thousandth of it.

And yet.

"A spot of divine aura touched you and your body is paying respects."

Cyris' voice was filled with complicated emotions.

"And it's asking for forgiveness."

Adsher's eyes widened and his scared mind was finally able to think of the situation he's in.

"H-He...He..."

Cyris nodded with a bitter face. "Even before your mind, your body recognized him for who he is."

"W-What is he...?"

"A divine ranker."

Adsher fainted.