Chapter 151: A dream, or reality? (1/2)

Chapter 151: A dream, or reality?

“Rinsyi, that little guy looks particularly serious when he watches Gezny. It seems he’s very interested in Gezny.”

In team Golden Stag, that flirty girl with dark purple hair and black nails covered a giggle with her hand. “He’s not even blinking.”c

“Thinking about how to deal with him?” Rinsyi didn’t turn his head back in the slightest or look at where Ayrin was. He merely said, his smile cold, “Too bad, he’s wasting his energy no matter how earnestly he watches. Because if they really fought their way into the last eight and met us in a match, we’d face them with all our starters.”

…

“He really used this skill again.”

In the stands, Ayrin was still staring tight at Gezny.

Snow Wolf had already adopted a learning attitude. After meeting with three consecutive defeats, Sandro, the fourth member of the team to step on the field, didn’t look particularly disappointed or afraid. He immediately signaled at Kleis he was ready to fight as soon as he came into the field. When Kleis announced the start of the fight, Gezny’s body once again became bright red, his entire body beginning to melt into a puddle of blood.

“What’s Sandro trying to do?”

Every spectator saw that, facing Gezny’s attack, the fourth contestant for Snow Wolf stood where he was without moving an iota.

The ground at his feet seemed as though it started oozing blood, becoming blood-red.

“Ice Meteor!”

A crackling sound resonated in the field.

Along with his chant, a meteor of ice and snow fell at a stunning speed at the spot where Gezny had disappeared.

With a muffled “Puff,” the ice splattered everywhere like a huge flower of ice suddenly blossoming on the ground.

“Wrong!”

Disappointment suddenly flashed on Sandro’s face.

With a “Crack,” a blood-red figure suddenly arising behind him landed a punch on his back, causing a bone-cracking sound.

His body immediately hurled forward in the air.

“So it was like this!”

“He noticed that Gezny returned to his original position every time he struck his opponent, so he suspected it was merely an illusion, that Gezny’s body was standing in its original spot without moving. That’s why he wanted to try and see whether he could land a blow on Gezny.”

After a blank stare, many spectators in the stands immediately understood as well.

Charlotte had already given up on guessing the secret behind Gezny’s skill. She merely couldn’t help herself from asking Ayrin in a quiet voice, “How is it?”

“I’m getting even more of a feel for it.” Ayrin quietly shouted, “I have to hold it back!”

“Hold back what?” Charlotte asked, baffled.

“I’m dying to go out immediately and give it a try,” Ayrin explained, breathing loud. “But I’ll definitely get even more of a feel for it if I watch it one more time, so I have to hold back, I absolutely have to hold back and finish watching this guy’s next fight.”

“What’s going on?” Just then, Ayrin suddenly blinked again.

He saw Gezny gesture at the referee that he was forfeiting.

“It’s Rinsyi’s arrangement.”

Charlotte looked at the edge of the field were team Golden Stag was. She said, a little depressed as well, “It must be because the next one to fight for Snow Wolf is their captain Zieg. Maybe Rinsyi feels Gezny isn’t assured of a victory against him, so he’s switching in someone else.”

“This Rinsyi guy!”

That was a great blow for Ayrin. “No matter, let’s first go out and try. Anyway, all the substitutes in team Golden Stag should be around Gezny’s level. Team Snow Wolf couldn’t possibly defeat all of them just by relying on their next member.”

“That works.” Charlotte looked at Ayrin. She was having a little troubling holding back the urge herself.

The two of them started squeezing their way out.

“Team Golden Stag against team Snow Wolf, Oeness against Zieg!”

When they’d squeezed only half their way to the exit tunnel, Ayrin and Charlotte heard referee Kleis’ voice, then a tsunami of gasps fill the entire arena almost at the same time.

“This is?”

As soon as Charlotte turned around, she saw Oeness, the third contestant for team Golden Stag, in the middle of continuously launching skills.

He had his hands stretched on his chest, his posture as though he held an invisible ball. His ten fingers flicked faintly at a curious rhythm. The arcane particles sprinkling away quickly turned into black flames, then transformed into black bats half the size of a palm.

Just then, the dense cloud of bats was already rushing toward Snow Wolf’s captain Zieg.

Five crystal claws floated around Zieg in a bizarre fashion, shaped somewhat like bear paws.

There were some scattered arcane particles in the air, as though they were marionette strands controlling these five crystal claws. Under Zieg’s control, each slap from these five crystal claws would create huge air waves, illustrating their formidable power.

But when his crystal claws slapped the black bats rushing near him, it didn’t splash or scatter them. Instead, like a black sticky gummi candy, they directly stuck to the crystal claws.

The crystal claws immediately became extremely heavy, as if they would fall at any moment.

“What kind of weird arcane skill is that now?”

Charlotte’s eyes were also immediately mesmerized.

She felt that this arcane skill of Oeness’ was a natural predator for her two most important skills.

“Rage of the Fire Witch!”

Seeing the situation turning against him, Zieg immediately switched to another move. Along with the glint from the dazzling brilliance of arcane particles, the red flames gushing in front of him first immediately shaped into the semblance of a red-haired witch, then condensed at an alarming speed and transformed into a huge fire lance firing in Oeness’ direction.

Yet, Oeness still fired his skill nonstop as before, invoking one black bat after another.

“What!”

What made Zieg and almost every spectator in the stands stare in disbelief was, when the black bats crashed against the flames, they still stuck to them.

The long fire lance flying swiftly through the air immediately deviated from its trajectory because of the dozen bats or more sticking on it. It flew past Oeness, not far away from him.

In that instant, several black bats flew through the fire lance’s previous trajectory and rushed near Zieg.

“Puff!” …

Zieg didn’t have enough time left to launch another arcane skill. He shaped his hands into blades and chopped them repeatedly at the bats. However, the bats surprisingly stuck to his hands as well, one after another.

His hands shook, looking as though they were so heavy he couldn’t even lift them.