Chapter 2049 - Forgetful (3) (2/2)
The other 35 geniuses practically dove out of the way of Dyon's pointed finger, leaving only Kedar in his path.
Kedar smiled bitterly, remembering his wish to gain Clara's love. Is this the price for his wishful thinking…? No doubt about it… No doubt at all…
”Leader Sacharro I –”
He didn't have the chance to finish his sentence. Before he could react, a wind he couldn't fight against swept him off his feet. He didn't even get the chance to beg for forgiveness.
The cold sweat matting the skin of the 35 remaining geniuses didn't lessen in the slightest. They made a mental note to never even meet the gazes of Dyon's wives and his daughter, let alone dreaming of having them. Or else one day, they too would be like Kedar.
Kedar gulped a gasp of air down as he faced Brady. His body involuntarily shook, all of the confidence he had that day when Clara took them away from the mortal world vanished into a puff of smoke.
”Ah, it seems I'm very forgetful today.” Dyon lightly tapped his own forehead. ”Feel free to choose your weapon Brady, Kedar will fight b.a.r.e handed.
”Also, over the next few years, I'll be choosing three disciples. You know what they say, first impressions are lasting.”
Just when the youths believed the atmosphere couldn't become more chaotic, it took another spike toward the worst. They wanted to sow Dyon's lips shut, but who here would even dare to attempt such a thing.
Dyon lightly lifted himself into the air, forming an array to lazily recline upon and endless amounts of food began to pour out from his spatial ring.
”I choose the spear!” Brady called out, his blue eyes reddening.
With a wave of his hand, Dyon formed a bland grey spear for Brady. Yet, despite his nonchalance, it was a weapon created to a Grandmaster quality.
”You can start now.” Dyon waved his hand again, creating a defensive barrier around the two of them spanning a hundred meters in each direction. Though this might seem like a lot, such an area to a celestial is akin to a phonebooth to a mortal…
Kedar tried to control his nerves. Though he had become a Pseudo Celestial, his opponent was already a Lower Celestial.
The truth was that Kedar could have attempted his tribulation long ago, but he was too scared after he almost died under his saint tribulation. Failure wasn't something Dyon witnessed often, but the reality was that only 1 in 100 survived their saint tribulation, only 1 in 10 000 survived their celestial tribulation, and it was hard to find 1 in a million who survived their dao tribulation. This was the world non-geniuses faced…
Unfortunately, Kedar didn't get a chance to take hold of his nerves before Brady's spear was already inches from his face.