415 Threat 2 (1/2)

The person Dyon pointed at didn't know how to feel. Was he really supposed to go up now? It wasn't as though he was weak. He was number 97 on the cumulative rankings. But, how could that possibly compare with Iris?

He shook his head, vehemently, ”I forfeit.”

The Cowardly Demon – 4pts

”You.” Dyon pointed again. This time toward a woman. Ranked 72nd. In an act that was of no surprise to anyone, she too shook her head.

The Cowardly Demon – 8pts

”You.”

The Cowardly Demon – 11pts

”You.”

The Cowardly Demon – 16pts

”You.”

The Cowardly Demon – 21pts

Suddenly, the crowd understood what was happening. But, before anyone could say anything. Dyon began challenging those top nine rankers twice to take away the rest of their points. After all, there was a cap of 5pts per battle. But, did they dare to battle Dyon?

In the end…

The Cowardly Demon – 55pts

Iris' unconscious body had been challenged by Dyon 3 times. And because she was unfit to battle, they were deemed as automatic losses for her.

Others may have thought of taking advantage of this too. But, did they dare to provoke Dyon in such a way?

Everyone could only watch as Dyon made a fool of the proceedings. He wiped out the top 9 on his own and had practically gifted eight warriors a spot in the top 100 they didn't deserve. All to prove a point.

Clara rolled her eyes, ”And to think I was worried for you. Still the same arrogant ass hat.”

The Elvin girls giggled, very much used to both Dyon and Clara's personalities by now.

After accumulating 55 points to himself. Dyon turned his gaze back to Iris who was still hanging by her neck before snorting and dropping her. 'You crippled your own self.'

Dyon leisurely leaped off the stage, releasing his Demon Emperor's Will as he was greeted by tens of bitter faces.

”Oh? Are you all angry with me?” Dyon's smile had come back. He was nothing like he had been.

Cries of agreement rang out, especially from the top nine excluding Iris, of course.

”Even if you had a grudge with Iris, why did you have to take it out on us too! Now we're eliminated!” Using the mob to gain courage, one of the rankers spoke out.

Dyon started laughing, ”You want to be mad at me? How about you be angry with the organizers who saw it fit to put me here in a group with people at this level?”

The rankers froze. If Dyon had said these same words just a few minutes ago, they would have been taken as a joke… But now? Could he really have earned his number one spot?

”To call me the cowardly demon? The Cavositas clown clan is nothing but that.”

Elder Den's features steeled at Dyon's words.

However, there was a single person who had rage building up that surpassed just about anyone else.

The earth quaked and rumbled under his every step. He was a massive man, standing at four meters tall. His jaw line was so large that who looked almost like an ogre, having both the size and muscle mass to be.

Femi Geb. Rank 11. True rank 10.