"Bairstow Silver – 77 stars lit up – Potential: high-7-star realm – Arcana spirit: Platinum Bull (Gold grade)"
"Hogg Smoke – 56 stars lit up – Potential: mid-5-star realm – Arcana spirit: Aqua Platypus (Silver grade)"
"Violet Blood – 89 stars lit up – Potential: peak-8-star realm – Arcana spirit: Blood manipulation"
"Andrea Crescent – 68 stars lit up – Potential: peak-6-star realm – Arcana spirit: Lightning sword"
"Now for the last child, Malgrim Garcia," announced Azzy, raising his voice slightly higher, cheering for the boy from his family in his own way. They were distant relatives but still had the same surname. Adding on top of that, Azzy and Vesyrn have already sensed Death energy inside the boy.
As a result, Vesyrn was looking forward to seeing the results and Azzy also paid his attention to the stone tablet placed in the center of the Arena.
The boy calmly greeted the clan leader and other elders before placing his palms on the stone slab, a treasure of the death clan used for more than a hundred thousand years.
The runes on the stone slab lit up one after another. Within no time, they crossed 90 and raced towards 100. Unfortunately, the number stopped right at 98 while a staff with a white orb on the top manifested in the hands of the boy.
"98 stars?" The sub-clan leaders all seemed to be surprised by the results displayed before them, for they never expected the son of a farmer to have such potential. It even grabbed the eyeballs of the representatives from hidden clans.
Even Azzy himself was surprised by the boy's potential and the grade of his Arcana spirit.
After all, in the present generation, a platinum-grade Arcana spirit manifestation has become so rare that one could count their numbers with fingers.
It goes without saying that it brought strong reactions from the spectators.
"Congratulations, Your Majesty. Garcia family gains another gem." The Crescent Clan's leader and Vesyrn's uncle-in-law were the first to congratulate him.
Followed by it, a few congratulatory wishes came from around. But, the Blood Clan's leader, Francis Blood, had a different reaction from the rest. He let out a sigh, "It is indeed a pity for this boy to be born in the generation of Azrael and Little Affea."
As the others turned their heads to look at this 9000-year-old man, the latter shook his head and continued, "Had he been born in a different era, he could have been groomed as the clan leader."
"Hmm, yeah, that's right"
"Young Miss Affea's inborn skill is just enough to put down everyone below the 4-star realm with ease"
Five minutes later;
"Okay, since no challenger appeared, we will give the opportunity to the participants of the awakening ceremony." Azzy turned his head to look at the children silently standing in a line, "Each of you will be given an opportunity to have a spar with a Pavilion Master for five minutes.
Interested ones may come forth and use this opportunity to prove their skills to the clan and earn a direct entry to the Pavilion."
Azzy's attention was on the twelve-year-olds as they would be the likely challengers and just as he expected, the girl from the Night clan came forward. But, what she didn't expect is the one she wishes to spar against.
With a raise of his hand, a twelve-year-old stepped forward and spoke loud and clear, "I wish to spar against Pavilion Master Garcia."
"Eh? Me?" Azzy was slightly taken aback. It has been three years since he became the Pavilion Master. However, he has yet to receive a single challenge request from any true expert, much less teenagers who have yet to enter the 4-star realm, which is also known as the privileged realm. More importantly, one doesn't need to spar against him to get an entry to his Pavilion though.
Nevertheless, he was happy about the fact that someone was willing to spar against him.
Azzy nodded with a smile, "Please come forward."
The girl with a usual blank face, a trait common to Night clan members, walked forward to the center of the field as the stone slab was taken away.
After taking her position, she brought out her dual swords; Azzy, on the other hand, placed his hands in his pocket and stood straight.
"You are not going to take out your weapons?" The girl asked him, pouring her soul energy into the swords and turning them into shadow blades.
"Nope. My weapons are meant for battles, not for friendly spars, kid. If I had to point it out, so were yours," replied Azzy with a smile on his face. The unusual smile on him only made it appear like he was mocking her. At the very least, she took it that way and readily charged forward.
On the midway, she disappeared from everyone's sight, but Azzy could see the shadow on the ground moving toward him.
Upon reaching him, she jumped out of her shadow and slashed at his back.
However, Azzy timely sidestepped to the left and made her miss it, before giving a light kick to her abdomen without looking at her.
She flew away a few meters and crashed to the ground.
As she got up and raised the swords once again, Azzy turned around and said, "You are a member of the clan of Assassins, kid. Straight attacks like that don't work against people who are mindful of their surroundings. Combine your earlier technique with Night clan's cloning technique would be a good idea."
The girl furrowed her brows and tightened her grip on the handles, showing a frustrated expression on the outside while her inner voice was squealing in her head, "Wow, Lord Azrael is so knowledgable and caring."