962 Did I Win? 3 (1/2)
Seeing this, Dyon smiled. He once again casually glanced at the fight happening in the distance only to see one of the participants being blown off, reducing the number from seven to six.
To Dyon, it was clear that this participant had allowed himself to be blown off, although his acting was quite good, it was still flawed.
Out of curiosity, Dyon sent another glance toward the judge to see how he would react. Under normal circumstances, a judge of these proceedings would be at least of the middle saint tier. How could such an expert be fooled by the acting of essence gatherers?
It was simple logic. To saints, the movements of essence gatherers were painfully slow. While to an essence gatherer their movements seemed natural, to a saint who could see every minor movement, it was a sham.
However, much to Dyon's expectations, the judge pretended as though he had seen nothing. It didn't take a genius to know that this judge was a friend or subordinate of the golden robed elder.
If Dyon was forced into being an outer disciple, he would not only be easy to suppress, even killing him wouldn't be completely out of the question. The sect wouldn't care about such a weak talent.
As Dyon was casually observing the judge who pretended as though he hadn't noticed his gaze, yet another of his opponents was sent flying off the stage. As for the brothers, they hadn't moved, content to block Dyon's path while also preparing their own attacks. If anything left the scope of their plants, they would immediately mutually blast themselves off of the platform.
When Evangeline noticed what was happening, she frowned deeply. However, she couldn't act. All the judge would have to do is insist that he didn't see anything, then it would become a matter of Evangeline overstepping her bounds. That would allow those elders who disliked her to leap at yet another opportunity to suppress her. Disrupting the disciple assessments wouldn't lead to a small punishment…
Donari's elder brother snorted. ”Is this the supposed genius of Unseen Peak? Can't even handle a small problem like this?”
Even has he spoke, another participant was blasted out, leaving on four.
”What is he doing?” Many in the crowd began to frown and wonder.
Even if he thought that this was unfair or that he had little to no chance, shouldn't he at least try? He just went on the whole speech about how they should risk their lives to become stronger, but now that he was faced with some adversity, he didn't dare to take action? Wasn't that a little too pathetic? Did he think he would look cooler if he didn't try at all?
Thinking about all of those participants before him that were incited by his words and even put their lives on the line to earn a spot, many of the onlookers couldn't help but feel disgusted. There was nothing worse than a person who talked big but had no ability to back it up, or to, at the very least, follow his own example.
The only people who hadn't spoken were the four the beauties. With their cultivation, they could see that there was something more to Dyon's actions… Did he have some sort of plan?