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All of them couldn't help but reevaluate opinion on Ozul and the Three-Eyed Strangers.

When Ozul had suddenly disappeared, except for Old Gu who was continuously grinning from ear to ear, no one present here was able to see him because of his speed!

”Blaze forfeits the match,” Ozul spoke with a calm voice, but his words were heard clearly because of the deathly still surroundings.

Only hearing his soothing voice did everyone wake up from their stupor and the audience started to cheer loudly again. Though Ozul didn't know who they were cheering for this time.

Right after that, the representative of the Mercenary Guild flew in the sky and acknowledged Blaze's forfeit even when it was only Ozul who had said it.

”I, as one of the main organizers of this event, announce that the winner of this Tournament of Egon is Mikol from the Church of Light!”

He shouted in a loud voice that was amplified using some sort of artifact so everyone heard it even amidst those cheers.

Lammert's chest rose as he threw a contemptuous smile towards every other Rank-9 Mage present there.

It wasn't Mikol who had won, it was the Church of Light and he wouldn't miss this chance to tell everyone who the strongest faction on this continent was!

However, his smile didn't last long when Mikol who had been standing still just a while ago suddenly spurted a mouth full of blood!

Many of them had even yet to notice him when he also fell on the ground. Since Ozul was the closest to him, he realized that Mikol had suddenly fallen unconscious!

Following him falling, the cheers stopped and people started to murmur instead.

The representative of the Mercenary Guild also landed on the ground to check him from up close. However, he immediately stood up in shock when he noticed the state Mikol was in.

”Call for the physicians! Hurry up, he is half-dead already,” he shouted, and his subordinates immediately began to get to work.

The rest of the audience also heard his words and everyone realized how serious Mikol's condition was.

Since Ozul was there as well, he inspected Mikol's body without going near him and realized that he had tens of fatal internal injuries!

What surprised him was how almost every organ inside Mikol was bleeding!

His skin was so red that it almost felt like he was on fire as the sweat on his body continued to evaporate and generate steam.

'Red skin—'

Just then, Ozul remembered that Mikol also had bloodshot eyes. And those types of eyes with a crazed look in them were a little familiar.

'No wonder... The Church probably gave him something created from the essence they obtained from my arm, just like how Luthien's father directly absorbed it,' Ozul put the pieces together and only realized it now why Old Gu had previously been saying that it was his fault and how he was special.

Ozul simply needed to look in Lammert's direction to confirm his suspicions. The panicking expressions on the latter's face and his emotions were all the proof that Ozul needed.

'He already managed to create something that even someone at their level was able to handle...' Ozul realized that he had to get his other arm as quickly as possible from the Church.

Although looking at Mikol's condition, he wasn't actually able to handle it perfectly, but that could also just be because of the previous hit Blaze had landed on him.

Anyway, the results of forcefully improving one's prowess were in front of everyone. The audience didn't know about it, but many now held suspicions since Mikol's condition was a little peculiar.

Even when Mikol had fallen unconscious in a half-dead state, he was still the victor of the tournament that was held every fifty years only!

The representative of the Mercenary Guild again rose to the air and did a little complimentary speech for all the participants and then made a formal speech thanking all the prominent factions taking part in this event.

The audience began to leave one by one and Ozul was also about to do that. But before he could even take a single step, many of the Rank-9 Mages flew out from their seats and surrounded him.

It looked as if they were all ganging up on him, but all of them just had smiles on their faces as if they were professional merchants.

Ignoring all of them, Ozul picked up Blaze with the help of the Ball of Purity and flew away without saying a single word.

”Tch!”