Chapter 725 - 669: Head of Combat Division (1/2)

The gloomy room was small and cramped with unorderly-placed black boxes. The illumination was no longer a problem as the participants were using their techniques, showering the air and ground with colorful lights.

In the first minute, two Mermaids were knocked down and disqualified. The Trippy Pumpkin was rapidly rolling on the ground or circling in the air, their speed was too fast to follow. They let out unpleasant cackling, their eyes-sockets releasing a sinister glow.

The MoonStar team targeted a motionless pumpkin at the far back of the room, sitting on a medium-sized black box. Bora shot an arrow at it but before it was able to hit, the Trippy Pumpkin sprung into motion, flying straight at him.

Pink ice surged from the ground, trying to freeze the flying pumpkin but it slowed down before shattering into pieces. Ho Qing was about to use his Phoenix Fire but was suddenly attacked from the side.

John, from the Ancient Federation, appeared next to Ho Qing and punched. Before his fist could land, however, Ardor appeared, thrusting his sword at the black-haired youth. The sword released a milky-white twirling Sword Essence as it clashed with John's fist. The two participants were pushed to the back.

”What are you doing?” Solemnly said Ardor, his eyes fixated on John.

”I want to fight Ho Qing. Do not b.u.t.t in.” Calmly and truthfully answered John, displaying a friendly smile.

”We're in the midst of a trial! Back off!”

Bora too, wasn't pleased with John's ambush. The tanned Bora was jumping from one spot to the other, trying to avoid the crazily flying Trippy Pumpkin, which was relentlessly pursuing him.

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”That motherf.u.c.k-”

”Language, Cristina.” Interrupted Lucy, giving the infuriated girl a chilling glare.

Though still furious, the girl snorted and swallowed back the curse words she was about to say. She was cheering for her friends, of course, and certainly didn't like how John attacked out of the blue.

Arthur shifted his gaze to a tall and slim man wearing a jet black robe. He was standing alone, his hands behind his back and seemingly enjoying the show. This man was John's guardian, Paul of Irfondor, the Head of Combat division in the Ancient Federation. Paul had long greasy brown hair and, at first glance, didn't look like a kind person.

When he was looked at by the Parasite, he turned his head and gave a friendly wave without forgetting to display a soft smile that didn't suit him at all.

'It seems that hoping to cooperate with the federation is no longer feasible.'

Lucy spoke to Arthur using the Telepathy skill. She glanced at Paul for a split second before directing her attention back to the large screen.

'We'll see about that. They're interested in Ho Qing.'

'We're giving them no one.'-Lucy

She angrily snorted, making Isadore twitch and look at her with confusion. He thought he unconsciously said something inappropriate thus annoying Arthur's wife. For the next ten minutes, he kept throwing cursory looks at her but, fortunately, she didn't say anything.

Back in the Fifth Trial stage, things became more heated. All the teams started acting and fights broke out. You couldn't even see who's attacking who, or what's really happening. The place was blinded by bright spells and techniques, whether it's Ho Qing's scorching flames, the Elves' Nature Magic which filled the place with thick roots and large leaves, or the Golden-white Light unleashed by the duo from the Holy Church Team.

John seemed to have forgotten about the trial, he was in full pursuit of Ho Qing, repeatedly shouting at him, demanding they fight. Unfortunately, the place and time he had chosen were- quite literally- the worst. The room was too small and the explosions continuously happening did not break the walls, nor the roof and the ground. The black boxes were unbreakable and the Trippy Pumpkins were ferociously attacking everyone.

In just ten minutes, three more Participants were disqualified. When Gutcha appeared, one of the flying Pumpkin shot at him but was easily stopped his b.a.r.e hands, which was enveloped by sinister darkness. The Pigolo tutted and nonchalantly threw it against to the side, causing it to release a deafening shriek.