Chapter 315: Complicated (2/2)

Leonel sprang upward and rolled to the side, making sure to extend the distance between himself and the sinkhole.

A violent crack of light landed where he had sat, tearing into the ground for several meters before coming to a stop.

Leonel rolled to his feet, facing the direction he felt the fluctuation of magic coming from. As he did, he allowed the pair of eyes floating to his back to slowly fade away. He had already made the mistake of letting his stamina run out before. Now, it was at the forefront of his mind. Though activating his Wisdom Branch wasn't nearly as taxing, he still chose to be careful.

In the distance, King Arthur held onto his sword, his aura blazing. However, he could only hide how shaken he felt. In the instant before those eyes faded, he felt as though he had been pierced through. It felt no different from a blade running through his chest. Just what kind of ability was that?

When Leonel came out of his own world, he realized that he wasn't the only one that had been forcefully ejected from the Trial. He immediately noticed that the numbers had dwindled by half. It was clear that not all the trials ended the same way his and Modred's had…

The heavily falling rain rebounded off the bodies of the warriors. After King Arthur's move, no one else did anything. It was as though they were all aware that this was the calm before the storm.

Leonel wasn't the only one who noticed the oddly floating Force Arts though he was the one who could definitely see them the most clearly.

Everyone here were the elite of the elites. How could their Internal Sight be normal? They all realized that this was an opportunity.

'My luck is so bad…'

Leonel couldn't help but want to shed tears. He had the inside track to completing the Four Seasons Realm thanks to his ridiculous number of slaughter and star points, but now he actually had to fight again for what he had already earned. As though that wasn't enough, he seemed to still be public enemy number one…

As though that wasn't bad enough, the Segmented Cube had also fallen a distance away and it was still in its large form. Leonel definitely couldn't leave without it. Not only was that a treasure his father had entrusted to him, but Little Nana was still within.

It was then that the situation changed once more.

Through the rumbling thunder and heavily falling rain, the sound of cracking glass and falling beads entered the ears of all present. Though it was odd to describe it in this way, this was the image that Leonel immediately formed in his mind.

When he looked up, he found numerous cracks in space. Within these spaces, flickering gems began to make themselves known.

Very soon, it became obvious that these weren't flickering gems at all. They were treasures. These were the very treasures that had been part of the Special Ticket Store.

Leonel's expression changed. 'If Camelot is becoming a part of true history… doesn't that mean I can take these treasures out?'

Leonel swept his gaze over the three dozen or so remaining elites, his heart tightening. It seemed the situation had become more complicated again.