95 The Ultimate Battle (1/2)
Greyson looked over at Diemre and flashed a bright smile. Everyone felt enchanted for a second even Diemre.
”NO.” Clearly pronouncing his words, Greyson cleanly rejected Diemre. His rejection shook Diemre out his daze and angered him.
”What are you too large of a coward to accept a battle?”
”No, I just see it as pointless. It was the fact that you are not attractive and charming enough that you did not get my Rosalie to like you. She is of the elf bloodline and does not think similarly to dragons. Strength means nothing to her, otherwise, the strongest of you suitors would already have her heart by now, right? She already likes me more than you guys so what point is there in fighting? I have already won the ultimate battle, no?” Raising his eyebrow, Greyson just shrugged. His tongue was no less fierce than his sister and his grandfather when he tried. Although he and his family knew that he and Rosalie obviously had no such relationship, he thought this might be a good way to keep all these rotten suitors off her tail.
”That's just a coward's way out!” Diemre shouted.
”Think whatever you like. I have no reason to have to indulge you.” Waving his hand, Greyson looked to almost loathe to look at Diemre another second. Such arrogance triggered Diemre's anger and his eyes flashed with a moment of madness. Without another word, a whip appeared in his hand and he lashed out at Greyson. Greyson's purple eyes showed his annoyance as his scaled hand grabbed onto the whip and he stomped his foot down. Immediately the earth responded by slamming to Diemre's stomach and sent him flying away. At this moment, the entire crowd turned silent along with Greyson, the elders, and even Rosalie. Looking down at his own hands, Greyson was shocked by the amount of power that just flowed out of him at that moment. It was many times more than before he was in a coma. During this time, he had only focused on recovering his body and did not focus on looking into his mana condition and level. It was only now that he realized that he was already at the magister level stage three! Shocked, he could not understand why he so easily surpassed two levels. Even the dragon scales appeared with barely a thought and responded quickly to his needs. Before it would take a lot of effort and thought to try to use his dragon bloodline during any kind of fight. Therefore, he would never use it in a fight because he would be too distracted.
Seeing Diemre stagger as he tried to get up from the ground, Greyson frowned before walking away. It seems he needed to focus on learning the new abilities of his body and what breaking through to the magister level has brought him. Earlier he did not even really need to think before the earth responded. This power was all extremely new to him and he did not know what to make of it. Rosalie quickly followed after her brother, leaving only the crowd and the elders who were still surprised. Then, they suddenly began to laugh happily! With their power, they could of course now see Greyson's current level and they were also aware of his age. A 14-year-old magister level stage three magician! That was their grandson! Pride filled their minds and they did not even bother to dismiss the crowd before following after their good grandson and granddaughter. The rest of the admirers were all left in silence feeling awkward. They suddenly did not know how to react to such an ending. Some of them looked over at Diemre's pathetic state and sneered because they did not particularly like this arrogant young master. While others scowled after seeing the power of Rosalie's new love and the fact that they could not compare to such a rival. The women were all stuck in a daze thinking of Greyson's good looks and fierce power when he fought. Some of them started to convert into his fans and supported his relationship with their goddess, while others were seething with envy and jealousy towards Rosalie. There was a large mix of expressions as the crowd slowly started to scatter in different directions.
Diemre caught most of the different looks and could guess what most of them were thinking. He was at a loss at how to react. Despite his arrogant attitude and normal debauchery, he knew that he could only act like this because of his grandfather. He was not stupid. In reality, he was not narrow-minded. Many others in the different dragon tribes were also stronger than him so it was not the first time that he was beaten. This time was actually the tamest of the times he was hit. Especially out of Rosalie's suitors, he was probably one of the weaker ones. So, he did not go crazy in anger, but instead felt some excitement towards future fights. All those other suitors were always so arrogant as well and loved to flaunt their power. He wondered how they would all fare against this new rival. As if he would warn them about the new guy's power. Although the crowd also witnessed the same fight, no one understood better than Diemre that this new guy barely put into any effort into beating him. His power was definitely not to be underestimated. Hmph! He'll watch as those egotistical suitors get their faces pounded into the ground as well. Thinking this much, he smirked as he watched Greyson's retreating back.
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”Greyson, wait!” Rosalie called out. However, Greyson was completely distracted as he continued to walk down the mountain. Huffing angrily, she sped up and grabbed onto his collar and yanked back. Choking slightly, Greyson finally looked back and acknowledged Rosalie.
*Cough, Cough* ”Sister, what are you doing? There are gentler ways of grabbing onto me.”
”Well, this will teach you to against ignoring me again!”
”Sorry, I was just stuck in my own thoughts. I wanted to quickly start practicing and figuring out my current strength. I haven't used my magic since I before I was in the coma and clearly lots of things have changed since then.” Scratching his head, he apologized when he realized how far he was away from the elder's cave and thinking about how far she had followed him.
”Where were you going anyways?”