Chapter 2343 Kaleos Prince

Chapter 2343 Kaleos Prince

The crowd was abuzz with a mix of surprise, admiration, and criticism.

"That Nephilim young man isn't weak... but he was careless!" "How could he fall for such an obvious trick?" "That unranked acolyte is clever... much smarter than he appears."

What most of the crowd didn't realize was that Hardy's flashy move with the beads had been a carefully layered strategy, concealing a much deeper secret. While the beads had served their purpose of creating a distraction, Hardy had also used them to mask his true trump card: his time spell.

Cultivating the rare time-based light elements was no easy feat. The complexity of these spells required immense focus and innate talent, which Hardy had struggled to develop.

Despite years of relentless training, he had only managed to form his third pillar. Facing a genius Nephilim acolyte who had reached the peak of rank 9, Hardy understood that he needed to rely on misdirection and an element of surprise.

Unfortunatly, the second Nephilim acolyte was no fool. Unlike his careless predecessor, this one was a spirit reader who had seen through Hardy's previous tricks.

"You have some unique skills... unfortunately, none of them will work against me!" the Nephilim declared, his voice dripping with arrogance.

The second Nephilim acolyte stood poised and ready. His mental resilience made it more difficult for Hardy to cast a time spell against him, and to make matters worse, he wielded the Nephilim's famous soaring shuttles—a dozen sharp, elliptical metallic objects that hovered in the air like a predator circling its prey. Each shuttle gleamed with a faint light, its edges deadly sharp as they whizzed around with remarkable speed and precision.

Hardy found himself at a disadvantage almost immediately.

The shuttles darted in from multiple directions, attacking him from every conceivable angle. He could barely keep up, using his lightsaber to deflect the strikes. His agility and reflexes helped him for a while, but the limitations of his physique quickly became apparent. The sheer force behind each shuttle's strike made his arms tremble with pain after just a few blows. His grip on the lightsaber weakened slightly, and the numbness in his hands threatened to become overwhelming.

However, Hardy with his heightened concentration began to study the Nephilim's movements, recognizing subtle patterns and tendencies in the way his opponent launched his attacks. With each exchange, Hardy chipped away at the Nephilim's defenses, learning more and more. Then, finally, his moment came. He spotted the weakness in his adversary's formation and seized it.

In a blinding surge of speed, Hardy dashed forward, his lightsaber aimed with deadly precision. Time seemed to slow as he executed a series of rapid strikes, his blade connected, landing a critical blow that left his opponent reeling. In a swift, decisive motion, Hardy incapacitated the Nephilim, bringing the battle to an abrupt and conclusive end.

"Hardy Kaleos Win!!"

The entire arena erupted into deafening cheers. Thousands of acolytes, instructors, and guests roared in approval, the sound reverberating throughout the massive coliseum. Hardy had secured his second win, and with it, he had solidified his place in the spotlight.

"Unbelievable! He did it again!"

"Two wins! This guy's no ordinary fighter!"

"Wait... he's from the Kaleos faction?"

"It seems Hall 33 isn't exclusive to lower realm acolytes,"

Hardy's victory had sent waves through the crowd, fueling the excitement in the arena.

However, as eager as he was to continue proving himself, Emery made the call to pull him back. The concern in Emery's eyes was clear—using his sealed abilities came at a cost, and prolonged use would undoubtedly strain Hardy's health.

"You did well," Emery said firmly, "Let the others continue"

With Hardy back on the sidelines, the score stood at 2-1 in Hall 33's favor. Their unexpected wins against the renowned Nephilim Hall had garnered admiration and curiosity from the onlookers, but the match was far from over.