<h4>Chapter 406 Chapter-406</h4>
"No, she cheated. I don''t know how, but she cheated. I can''t be defeated by a woman. I''m a man, damn it!" Terry shouted as two guards forcibly ejected him from the Colosseum.
"Well, it appears that Mr. Terry can''t ept the truth, but now that it''s been thrust upon him, he''ll have toe to terms with it.
Now, without further dy, let''smence the next round of the duel.
Ladies and gentlemen, please wee our next round''spetitors...
Mr. Gryphon from Tramandine University of Sorcerers, this guy is also called the lion of the Second senior year.
Once, he fought off a demon from the academy on his own and saved his girlfriend from a Demon Bull." Sam announced.
A young man with muscr body, ck hairs and ck eyes promptly entered the arena and waved to the audience.
"Hello, Mr. Gryphon. How are you feeling today?" Sam asked with a smile.
"Well, I''m feeling blessed today, Sam. It''s as if Lady Luck is on my side, and I''m brimming with energy. I suggest you ask my opponent how he''s feeling because I''m positively charged and i will tear apart anything or anyone whoes in front of me now, of course not you." Gryphon replied while flexing his biceps for everyone to see.
"Wow, it looks like Mr. Gryphon is in a highly energetic mood, just like Terry," Sammented.
"Hey, what do you mean by that?" Gryphon immediately inquired, puzzled.
"Ah, nothing, sir. Well, why don''t we wee our next student... Everyone, please wee Mr. Rowan," Sam said as a young man around 56 years old ascended to the stage.
Rowan had an unusual air about him, with his paleplexion, long hair obscuring his face.
"Who is he?" Anon asked Fiona, puzzled.
"He''s a student of the S.A. Academy of Magi. They specialize in dark arts. Don''t be deceived by his appearance; he''s quite formidable," Fiona replied.
"Ah, I see," Anon responded as he used his skill to inspect Rowan.
(Demonic Eyes)
[Name: Rowan]
[Race: Elf]
[ss: Dark Martial Artist]
[Level: 68]
[Description: A rather enigmatic individual whose body has been trained in a harsh environment. Despite his slender appearance, he possesses great strength. After delving into dark arts, he lost his sanity and became a pawn of the academy.]
"Wow, that''s quite an academic history," Anon thought as he observed Rowan.
"Well, I''ll step down from the stage now," Sam said as he descended and approached the sand timer ss.
"Candidates, summon your weapons and prepare to fight," Sam announced.
Gryphon promptly summoned a broadsword into his hands, while Rowan enveloped his body in a dark, foreboding mana.
"I thought dark magic was prohibited?" Anon asked Fiona.
"That academy isn''t under our jurisdiction. They teach on the coastlines, so there''s little we can do about them. They only participate in this tournament," Fiona exined.
"3... 2... 1... GO!" Sam shouted as he flipped the sand timer ss, setting the sand flowing.
"Die, you damned practitioner of dark arts!" Gryphon yelled as he charged toward Rowan with great speed.
Rowan didn''t budge from his spot; it was as if he was waiting for something.
"Why isn''t he moving?" Maison wondered aloud.
"He''s waiting," Anon stated.
"Waiting? Waiting for what?" Maison asked, confused.
"He''s waiting for his opponent tomit to a certain direction or action, providing him with an opening," Anon replied with a smile.
"Hyyyaaaaa....." Just as Gryphon halted at a particr distance and swung his sword, Rowan moved at an incredible speed.
Dodging Gryphon''s sword, Rowan appeared behind him.
"Huh...?" Before Gryphon could grasp what had urred, a punch pierced through his chest.
"Guhhhhh..." Gryphon coughed up blood and perished on the spot.
"What a ruthless young man," Fiona remarked as she gazed at Rowan.
"Hmm...? Is that ruthless to you?" Anon asked with a puzzled expression.
"What do you mean?" Fiona inquired, puzzled.
"Ah, nothing. Let''s continue watching," Anon said with a smile.
The Immortal Arena shimmered, and Gryphon was revived. However, this time, he didn''t give Rowan a chance to attack. Swiftly and fluidly, Gryphon swung his sword, cutting Rowan into five pieces while he was still in mid-air.
Chek
Thud-Thud-Thud-Thud-Thud
Rowan''s body parts fell to the ground like pieces of a puzzle, and he didn''t utter a sound.
"W-Wow... it''s a one-on-one,dies and gentlemen. Initially, Rowan killed Mr. Gryphon, but this time, Gryphon killed Rowan. These two students are highly skilled inbat, as anyone can see," Sam announced.
"What''s wrong with that kid? Why did he let his opponent get up? He could have killed him before he even woke up," Anon grumbled in irritation.
"That''s called honor, Mr. Jule. It''s a quality disyed by those who fight on the royal side as well," Mrs. Glen stated mockingly from behind.
"Is it necessary?" Anon inquired of Fiona.
"Winning is the most important thing, Mr. Jules. When you enter that arena, you either win or lose. The choice is yours. Honor matters more when you fight on the coastlines and borders of the elven kingdom.
You''re not a knight either, so do whatever it takes to win," Fiona replied.
Mrs. Glen fell silent after hearing the Queen''s response.
"Alright, then. I''ll do as I please," Anon replied with a smile.
The Immortal Arena shone once more, and Rowan was revived.
"Come at me, you bastard...." Gryphon taunted.
Rowan immediately sprinted toward Gryphon, but as soon as he entered a certain range, Gryphon activated his skill.
"Deep Cuts..."
Suddenly, Gryphon''s broadsword was enveloped in a sharp red aura as he moved it with astonishing speed, slicing Rowan into five pieces.
Chek
Thud-Thud-Thud-Thud-Thud
Rowan''s body parts fell like a hotdog, and not a sound escaped his lips.
"Woahhhhh... Impressive! Ladies and gentlemen, we have the winner of our second round... Mr. Gryphon. Let''s give him a big round of apuse!" Sam shouted.
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The audience erupted in apuse.
"Well, it''s time, everyone. Time to witness our Royal Candidate in action.
Ladies and gentlemen, please wee Mr.Jule to the stage," Sam announced.