Chapter 218: Tyrin’s Wild Ambition and Stingham’s Show (1/2)
Chapter 218: Tyrin’s Wild Ambition and Stingham’s Show
Finally, after receiving a warning from a vice-referee, Stingham began walking back towards center stage.
“What is he about to do now?”
Stingham was walking back when he seemed to have suddenly thought of something. Everyone’s eyes widened as they watched him stop and turn towards Golden Stag Academy’s team.
“Wait! Where’s Hill?” Stingham suddenly shouted towards Rinsyi and the other team members.
Hill? Didn’t he just suffer from Moss’s mutual destruction and get carried of the stage by the medical team?
The spectators were unable to follow Stingham’s train of thought and thus found his words incomprehensible.
Rinsyi and the other team members also blanked.
“Hurry up and bring him back!”
Stingham began to shout loudly, “Didn’t he make a bet with Belo where the loser had to lick the other’s feet? He hasn’t licked any feet yet, how can he just leave?! Hurry up and bring him back!”
The entire arena became silent.
“While on the stage, it is forbidden to provoke those off stage. Hurry up and come back so we can start the match. Otherwise, you will be disqualified,” main referee Clancy said, his face darkening. He was unable to put up with Stingham’s antics any longer.
Stingham’s face was full of melancholy and annoyance as he returned to his spot. As he walked, he couldn’t help but mutter, “But I wasn’t provoking anyone, I was just reminding them of a deal between men?”
“Are you still fighting?” The seemingly aloof Tyrin suddenly barked at this moment.
“What a terrifying aura!”
As Tyrin spoke, many nearby spectators simultaneously felt a slight tingle pass through their skin.
“Of course.”
Stingham nonchalantly gestured towards Clancy, indicating that he was ready.
“Wait!”
Just when Clancy was about to wave the flag and signal the start of the match, Stingham interrupted once more.
After calling for a stop, Stingham combed his hair then took an offensive posture which he thought as handsome.
In the stands, many spectators nearly fell out of their seats.
“Alright, I’m ready!”
“Stingham versus Tyrin. Start!”
Afraid that Stingham might do something else, Clancy almost immediately waved his flag and called for the match to start.
“Rip!”
The sound of chatter within the arena was abruptly interrupted by the sound of space being torn apart.
No one had seen Tyrin move, yet a black sphere covered in countless currents of black electricity had already appeared in front of Stingham’s chest as Clancy waved his flag.
“Silent-invocation skill! Such a fast casting speed! Tyrin is much more terrifying than last year!”
These thoughts hadn’t passed through many spectators’ minds when Stingham suddenly reached forward with his hand.
Stingham maintained his “handsome” pose as his hand diagonally extended into the space before him.
Raging dark-red flames surged onto his hand as it extended outwards. The black sphere of arcane energy, which was about to collide with his clothes, suddenly changed directions and flew into the palm of his hand.
A bang rang through the arena.
The black sphere had been destroyed by Stingham’s hand and turned into countless scattering black flames.
“Wahahaha, I’m the most handsome!”
After popping a black sphere with his hand, Stingham immediately began laughing.
“It’s Death’s Clutch!”
“It must have hurt a lot.”
Although his hand was indeed in pain, Stingham tried to cover it up and maintain a pose which he considered chic and handsome. However, due to a slight contortion of Stingham’s face, many people were able to realize that his hand was in pain.
“So fast…”
“He actually used an arcane skill like that to break through Tyrin’s attack!”
“This idiotic fellow… is actually a special genius?!”
Stingham’s expression and appearance were especially ridiculous, yet not a single person laughed.
Death’s Clutch was a short-ranged attacking skill. Only if Stingham’s invocation rate was no slower than Tyrin’s would he be able to catch Tyrin’s arcane sphere with it. Moreover, Stingham had endured the explosive power contained with the sphere. This meant that not only had the strength of his arcane energy surpassed Tyrin, but that his body was physically strong as well.
Although Stingham had clearly suffered some pain, his fingers were still all fine.
“During last year’s tournament, Tyrin had opened three arcane gates. Could it be that this substitute of Holy Dawn Academy has already opened four?!”
‘This fellow, he wasn’t just all talk?”
“This idiotic fellow who hasn’t appeared until now is actually this strong?”
“Holy Dawn Academy were actually hiding a powerhouse like him this entire time?!”
After seeing his black sphere crushed by Stingham, Tyrin didn’t immediately attack again. He silently observed Stingham, waiting, but Stingham didn’t try to counterattack. The two motionlessly stood atop the stage as the stands descended into turmoil.
“The strength of their arcane particles is about the same. Neither should have opened the fourth gate yet. However, it seems like Stingham’s affinity with arcane energy is greater than Tyrin’s. Thus, even if they use the same level of arcane skills and consume the same number of arcane particles, Stingham’s skill will be more powerful than Tyrin’s skill. Moreover, Stingham’s body is much stronger. This is an issue caused by the difference in bloodlines.”
In the stands, Morgan whispered in disbelief, “This Stingham fellow… he has a high level dragon bloodline?! Holy Dawn Academy was actually still hiding another high level bloodline?! They have Rinloran’s high level elf bloodline as well as this fellow’s dragon bloodline?!”