331 Chapter 331 (1/2)
Nulan stood next to him and said: «Dear Iron Throners and our guests from other kingdoms, thank you for waiting. We failed to detect Dick Baker's fraud, and it would be a sign of disrespect to keep you waiting until we finish a thorough investigation. So, we've decided that a simple test of Dick Baker's abilities would be enough to reach a consensus.»
«Dick Baker, show us your power.» – Kael demanded in a stern tone.
Kyon, who was still standing on the platform, released some pure energy.
She knew that releasing energy dragged the truth out. No objects of concealment or natural cultivation could hide it! There was only one option, besides the most obvious one... Did the fat freak intentionally suppress his cultivation (just like Kara did)? But even the highest quality formations could suppress only one phase, not three and a half! And why was he doing this? Decreasing his cultivation wouldn't help him win!
«I thought so.» – Kael smiled coldly. – «The ninth stage of the advanced phase! This result says it all. You've broken the rules and will be disqualified.»
Numerous spectators booed, some cheered happily.
King Vladimir rose from his seat, setting the silence in the audience, and said calmly: «Kael, haven't we agreed that you will press the charges if Baker fails to defeat a lord phaser?»
The principal arched his brows, perplexed: «But… isn't… this information? I don't understand… Do you really believe that he could ever defeat a lord phaser being in the advanced phase?»
Vladimir smiled faintly: «The world is full of miracles. Not so long ago, the famous goddess's messenger beat the enemy eighteen stages stronger than himself. A miracle can happen again!»
The king's words sounded utterly ridiculous. Many in the audience laughed and even questioned his sanity. The principal did not even know what to say.
Vladimir carefully looked at the fat guy standing on the platform: «Dick Baker, how did you manage to defeat lord phasers at your speed?»
«Yeah! Tell us how you did it!» – The third prince of Liberia shouted furiously.
Kyon was facing a challenge. He had to convince everyone of his overwhelming power. However, he had run out of the shots in the rings, and using Triana would be the height of stupidity. There was no way he could defeat anyone except the weakest participants, and even those he beat only with the annihilation sphere that would reveal his personality. What was he going to do?
Kyon flashed a mocking grin and hit the floor with his staff encrusted with a nephrite on its top: «Magic! I can do anything with my magic trick and even defeat all the participants here combined, which I already mentioned before the tournament started. Do you want to see my magic trick again?»
The third prince jumped onto the platform. His trembling knees betrayed his fear. The poor guy was ready to die: «Who do you think you are? A magician from fairy tales? Come on! Show me your trick! I'm ready to meet your secret helper! I will take the blow for everyone!»
Like everyone in the audience, princess Haya focused all her attention on Dick Baker's next step.
«Fine. This time, you won't get off easily. I will use deadly force.» – Kyon warned him and began to recite the notorious magic spell.
The third prince tensed, infusing his entire body with pure energy, just in case.
Meanwhile, the tip of the staff lit up with a tiny green light, emitting characteristic vibrations of a spatial attribute. It materialized something that moved at an amazing speed and sent it straight into the prince's face…
~BАААNG~
A powerful explosion threw the hefty prince about ten meters away and destroyed the base of the platform. The prince did a couple of somersaults and landed among the spectators, breaking some seats and bones.
The sudden thunderous rumble made a few people faint. Some even wet themselves. Those with at least some cultivation got scared out of their wits. And the most powerful people, including the king, jumped to their feet.
«What was that?» – Shocked Haya asked for everyone present.
Earlier at the dwarves factory, a subordinate received an order and pulled the ring igniter. The shell instantly got teleported to the top of the staff and hit the prince straight in the forehead. To send spatial energy to the factory, Kyon had to teleport it inside the formation of any of his subordinates or a bird as it happened all the time when he transmitted signals via Synergy.
Unfortunately, Kyon could not charge the ring without his personal presence at the factory. The teleportation distance decreased the accuracy of measurement, and a slightest error in calculating the energy expended per nanogram of mass could be fatal. It could result in the ring eruption and, as a result, getting wounded by an exploding artillery shell.
The third prince struggled to his feet, rubbing his red forehead. He saw bright stars floating before his eyes, his ears rang. Half of the hair on his head burnt, and the rest stood on end, which made him look like a bald hedgehog with patchy bald spots. But all in all, there wasn't any major damage.
«The third prince!» – Kael rushed to his student, appalled.
«I… I am alright… Damn it!» – The hefty prince gritted his teeth angrily, and in one jump appeared on the platform again: «Son of a bitch, you've used an attacking formation!»
«An attacking formation?» – The principals, the king, and many others exclaimed in unison. Now it became clear how the fat freak knocked out and robbed everyone. The audience decided he had been stunning his victims, not giving them a direct blow, or most of them would have been decapitated. Even the third prince, ready for any surprise, had lost a fair amount of hair!
«If it's all you have, I will beat you to a pulp! You will never say again that you have robbed my brothers and me on your own!» – The third prince of Liberia growled.
Kyon burst out laughing: «Alright, alright. Here it comes. Try and survive my next attack.»
«COME ON!» – The third prince roared and tensed, ready to take the blow.
Dick started to recite his spell: «Hocus-pocus, mumbo-jumbo…» – About a hundred of green lights lit up over his staff.
All spectators caught their breath at the same time, they were scared out of their wits. If each light meant a recent attack, there would be nothing left of the platform and the stands! They would start a local Armageddon!