Chapter 113: King of the Devas (1/2)

After Aadityapal's victory against Ranya, the competition was supposedly over.

However, the approaching commotion stirred up curiosity in the audience.

Apprehension painted Ashoka's face and Alex frowned.

The stomping sound was getting closer and closer, and then, a gigantic white elephant appeared in the skies above the venue.

Numerous winged horses orbited the elephant, and strange, dwarf-like creatures sat upon them.

The creatures were carrying giant war drums and chanting praises, ”King of the Devas, the ever-merciful, Lord Indra!

”King of the devas, the ever-powerful, Lord Indra!”

Ashoka was less than pleased at the incoming guest, and a tall man jumped out of the elephant, and into the arena.

The man was the god Indra.

He had an indifferent expression to his face and his curved and thin eyebrows emanated an exalted aura.

Indra looked around and his eyes fixated on the Vajra, that had fallen in a corner of the arena.

He then stared at his disciple Ranya, who laid down on the ground with various injuries on her body.

The next target of his attention was Aadityapal and his weapon.

From the sights in the arena, it seemed he had formed a conclusion internally, and he turned to Ashoka, who was standing in a high seat.

The stadium was completely silent, as most of the mortal spectators left the venue the moment they recognized the white elephant and its owner.

Mortals didn't like to get involved in the affairs of the fickle and powerful gods.

”Ashoka, I believe my disciple has lost to this young man...?” Indra asked in a slow tone of speech.

Ashoka didn't retreat and nodded in response.

Indra chuckled and turned to Aadityapal.

”Mortal, you took upon you the blood of the gods..?” Indra had a domineering expression on his face.

Aadityapal was completely puzzled by these words, but Alex felt a storm brewing when he understood the god's words.

”Preposterous!” Indra exclaimed.

Then, Ranya sluggishly stood up and faced Indra.

”But, Master, you also gave me-

”Silence, disciple,” Indra interrupted Ranya's words.

Suddenly, his attention turned elsewhere.

Somewhere in the seating area of the stadium, a young man sat.

He emanated a dark and hateful demeanor, and his red irises menacingly reflected the orange hue of the setting sun.

It was Ayush.

Earlier, when he had lost, the medics tried to take him to a hospital, but he refused and wished to watch the end of the competition despite his injuries.

Today was the worst day he had ever endured.

When Ayush perceived Indra's attention on him, his shoulders and body retreated inwards in fear.

”Blood of the Asuras? Did you go to that extent to win a simple competition? I'll deal with you later,” Indra frowned in distaste.

Ayush's breath turned extremely heavy, and he tried to stand up and escape.

*Rumble*

However, a lightning bolt landed on an area close to the prince, and an entire part of the seats ignited into a large fire.

The sound of thunder followed the lightning bolt, and everyone felt as if an earthquake occurred.

'Ranya is nothing compared to her master...' Alex gulped at the prowess of Indra.

Indra dryly chuckled at the terrorized prince and diverted his attention to Aadityapal.

”Any mortal who exploits the blood of the gods should receive judgment,” Indra stated with a stoic face.