Chapter 273: Warm Tears (1/2)
Dawlish and Arthur wasted no two seconds, as they clashed immediately. The difference in their cultivation level was not a small one. After all, even after leveling up, Arthur was still stuck on Immortal Establishment level 7, while Dawlish was at the peak, level 10. Yet, similar to Gobuta earlier, Arthur was able to take Dawlish's sword, and return one not one millimeter less ferocious.
The two clashed once, twice, a dozen times every second, leaving behind craters everywhere around the battlefield.
By now, everyone had found an opponent to fight. Those left with no enemy stood on the sidelines and watched anxiously, yet at the same time, they were astonished. A dozen battles took place at the same time, and each one was more breathtaking than the previous.
Akira, who was forced to promise, by Arthur, to stand back and remain in the sidelines in order to protect their allies in case of a hidden force of Blood sect, watched, full of worry, as his son and his comrades fought with their blood and sweat. A burning sensation of rage and disappointment raced around his flurried mind; he wanted to be on the frontline fighting. But, a promise was a promise, and to back down would sully his precious pride.
Hayato and his enemy stared daggers into each other. His opponent was one of Johan's teammates, which accompanied him in the tower when he first met Ed. He was a tall man with reddish-brown hair and a herculean build. His eyes were brown and his visage gave the impression that he didn't smile a lot. He carried a mace. The shaft was made of pure wood, glazed with steel to make it easy to hold, while the head was made of Mythril, and several spikes protruded out of it.
The two of them made a move at the same time, and the result was as expectedHayato drove his enemy's head into the ground, cracking it. However, as if nothing had happened, the man stood up right away.
Similar battles were happening all over the place, with Alicia, Ellie, and Leon fighting the rest of Johan's teammates.
Emilia, however, had another goal in mind. Ed had planned on avoiding such an outcome, but it came to be this way. She stood in front of Sarin, a fire burning at the pit of her stomach, yet her ice magic felt colder and deadlier than ever. The Poison sect master bit on his molars so hard, cracks started to form on them. They dared to use his existence as a way to attack the master; they tarnished his name and made fun of him. They humiliated him. He stared at his hand, as a purple liquid started to ooze out of them. His magic returned to normal, but why did it malfunction earlier? The question plagued his mind. He didn't know that Ed had set a rule on the dimension that he created. Fire magic would transform into Poison magic, and vice versa. It was all in order to make the transformed Gobuta appear more believable.
Of course, he had the choice of summoning the Kraken, but Ed was worried that the Blood sect master would notice the difference between an Avatar summoning, and a normal summoning.
”Edward Avalon won't even face me this time?” Sarin spoke as he sent half a look towards Emilia. ”He sends his late night whore to entertain me, is that it?”
”You should be careful,” Emilia stated. ”His ears are quite sharp, and if he were to hear you, he'd chop you up into pieces.”
”That's quite the confidence. I failed to see it last time when I pumped him full of poison,” Sarin smirked and said. ”I wonder how he survived. Did he get you to suck it out for him?”
”No not really,” Emilia, still maintaining her cool, answered Sarin, but her cold gaze never left him. ”He simply overcame your poison. Right now, you're no longer a threat to him if I dare presume. That's why I'm here. I'm more than enough of a match for you right now.”
”HaHAHAHA!” Sarin broke into a fit of maniacal laughter. ”I fail to see how you'll survive my poison, little princess of Aaragon!”
Sarin thrust his hand forward and poison surged out like a torrent. It didn't take long for it to surround Emilia's whole body. But, soon enough Sarin started to notice how it got less dense as if it was being sucked up.