Chapter 341 Result And Award

When he heard the complaints of the Waldauer family member, Lothur frowned and looked in the direction of such an individual.

But since it was someone he did not even know, the young Ritter soon ignored that being to turn to the referees on that platform. "That can't be considered cheating. That super-fast regeneration you saw is a passive skill I have."

He laughed. "What can I do if my body self-regenerates when I am injured? Am I, by any chance, forced to give up my cultivation, bloodline, and Physique when I compete on this platform?"

The people in the surrounding area heard Lothur's questioning and felt that he was being reasonable.

Take, for example, cultivation. One's cultivation naturally conferred properties to one's body. And these properties could increase the defenses, and attack, in short, characteristics of a given body.

So, someone with a level 'x' lower than 'y' might not be able to hurt someone with level 'y.' But even if he did, such an injury would naturally regenerate at a significantly higher rate than if another person of level 'y' had done the damage.

In this case, a higher-level competitor could not be punished for the characteristic of his own body, and the same was valid for natural or even artificially obtained abilities.

Moreover, according to the rules of this competition, as long as the competitors did not use techniques or artifacts external to those tested in the competition, a competitor could use everything at his disposal.

Lothur then added. "My opponent's attack was too weak to damage my body to the point that my regenerative ability didn't work. So, naturally, he must be the loser."

"Bullshit!" The same person from before shouted discontentedly. "The fact that you recovered has no bearing on the formations masters competition!"

But Lothur rebutted such an argument without even looking at that person. "How could it not? My formation managed to injure my opponent significantly." He pointed in the direction of the young man in agony nearby. "His formation, on the other hand, only caused superficial injuries to me. Look how I look now!" He opened his arms and showed his body to the crowd.

Everyone there looked once again at Lothur's shapely body, which only had a few dried blood marks on his skin, but no remaining injuries.

Lothur's Super Regeneration had 'erased' all the damage to his body, which had been a little deeper than he had admitted. But who would need to know that? No one in that place could check the integrity of his words...

And with that, as the many women there admired Lothur's body and the men shivered with envy, the referees looked at each other, feeling that his words were reasonable.

"The regenerative ability of Lothur was far superior to the attack power of a 2nd stage cultivator's formation..." One of the referees commented.

None of them knew for sure what level Lothur was at. But due to the individual and team battles he had participated in, no one judged him to be a 2nd stage cultivator.

He was definitely fast and had a firm body. But his attacks were weaker than those of ordinary 9th Transformation cultivators. Not only that, his skills with his techniques seemed to be not that impressive.

So almost everyone in this place considered Lothur's actual cultivation to be level 9.

With that said, the fact that his regeneration beat an offensive formation from someone at level 11 was an impressive feat, which showed an opponent's weakness!

"If Lothur were in the same cultivation range as Henry, we wouldn't even need to judge this battle." The oldest of the referees on the judging committee commented, confident that young Ritter's victory was the fairest outcome of all.

They looked at each other and nodded to the central referee of the match.

"In this final, Lothur Ritter beats Henry Waldauer. He is the winner of the formations masters competition of this edition of the Province Conference!"

After this result, Lothur smiled after a long sigh, raising his hands high as the audience in the coliseum went into convulsion at his victory.

"Hahahaha! He won! He won!"

"Old Bai, now your daughter will have to marry me!" A young man in the crowd laughed as he spoke to the old man who had dared to bet him something so valuable.

"Pay the bet!"

"Ahh~ I wish I could become Lothur's wife... He's so strong and handsome!" A young girl younger than Elke said, making the people in the surrounding area shiver upon hearing this.

"He's not bad." An elderly man declared while scratching his beard.

At the same time the common crowd was celebrating, Lothur's enemies, particularly those defeated in this match, could not help but feel frustrated.

"Wretched brat!" The Duke growled, sensing how abominable Lothur was. "How can anyone have such a monstrous ability?" He questioned aloud.

Coroner Klossner, who was in the VIP area next door, heard this and said. "I heard that his body is extremely strong... Maybe that is an ability of his Physique? Regeneration and endurance are not unconnected things."

"Still, who on Lothur's level could have an ability capable of rebuilding his tissues so quickly?" A nearby doctor commented, feeling extremely curious about that young man.

"Hmm, if he becomes a Transcendent someday, he will be invincible below the 4th stage." A patriarch said as he considered the power of these hard-to-find people in the Empire.

"A Transcendent who can hardly be harmed?" Lothur's enemies began to worry even more.

That was particularly true for Fritz, who could already imagine Lothur and his father terrorizing their faction!

In Fritz's mind, the image of Lothur and his dangerous father were already together on a mountain under the setting sun, maliciously laughing as they planned their 'next' acts.

'A thousand demons! How are we so unlucky?'

At the same time, Mabel finally understood how Lothur could recover so quickly each time he was beaten.

She had always been impressed with his ability, particularly when he recovered so quickly after she acted.

On that occasion, she had done it to knock him out for a few weeks, but the scumbag had recovered in less than a night...

Now she finally understood the reason for that!

'He doesn't have a bad skill...' She imagined, feeling that it was no longer a great pity that Viktoria had given herself to Lothur. 'At least his children might have talent.' She smiled but soon became serious again.

While everyone was discussing and feeling how impressive Lothur's Physique was, the prizes of that competition were handed out to the top three finishers.

The third place match had already happened, so soon Lothur was on top of a podium, lifting a trophy while receiving a spatial ring with his prizes.

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