36 Utterly Bashed (2/2)
Staloc had a glint in his eyes as he looked at Arnin. He couldn't help but release a small smile before sitting down into his chair.
”Don't worry about it. That boy is special. He saw through my mark implantation. He is a talent that is difficult to come by. He might just be able to fight against those two, since he is the only person who was able to find that mark.” The old man waved his hand and began to speak to Xillar.
”You think he is that impressive? To be able to go against even those two?” Xillar couldn't help but feel surprised. The old man in front of him was a real Mark Master, and even the leader of the department. He rarely praised anyone, but for him to give Arnin such an appraisal, it made Xillar astonished.
”He may be a good seedling, but there is something about him that is mysterious. He seems deadly and even somewhat… forget it. Just don't get on his bad side, I feel that the results would not be good if he becomes angry.” Xillar looked at the old man with bewilderment.
”Old Staloc, he is only a child and in the Orb Birth realm, what's the worst that could happen?” Although Xillar agreed that Arnin was an abnormality, he felt that Staloc was being a little too cautious.
”I don't know either. Something about him just doesn't seem right.” That old man sighed before waving his hand. Xillar took the hint and followed the rest of the students towards the outside.
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Arnin was outside, facing Torne with a smile that didn't seem like a smile. It looked evil and caused goosebumps to appear on Torne's arm.
”Servant, since you don't acknowledge me as your master, then sign this contract. If you win, you can choose to do whatever you want with me, plus you can even have the mark making manual.” When Arnin spoke and outlined the bet, Torne felt happy but fearful. He couldn't put his finger on it, but he didn't feel too good about the bet.
”What happens if I lose? Will I become your servant? That's fine with me.” Although he felt somewhat unsure but the whole thing, he was confident that he could beat Arnin. Plus, the mark making manual was also in the bet, so how could he not agree?
”No, you will not become my servant. That position is too high for you.” Arnin spoke with a wicked smile.
”Then what happens if I lose?” He asked with some confusion.
”If you lose, then you will become my eternal slave.” Arnin spoke with great malice. A black contract appeared in Arnin's hands before it was sent towards Torne.
Torne looked at the contract with some hesitation and began to read it over and over again. He felt that if he won, then his gains would be extremely high, and he also knew that he was stronger than Arnin. After looking through it for some time, he nodded his head and signed it with his orb threads.
Contracts varied. The lowest form of a contract was a verbal consent, while the highest form was through the orb threads of a person. This was equivalent to the soul of a person, so when Torne signed the contract, he was basically signing with his life away. There was no escape.
When Arnin saw that the contract was signed, he couldn't help but release an evil smile. He then vanished from his position and reappeared in front of Torne. Torne jumped back after seeing Arnin appear so suddenly.
”Despicable! We didn't even say go or anything of the like. How could you begin so suddenly?” Torne screamed at Arnin with some hate.
”We didn't agree on when the duel would begin, so it is your fault for not paying attention. Hehehe!” Arnin laughed wickedly before rushing towards Torne again. Arnin didn't hold any weapons, but he was extremely strong with just his bare hands. Suddenly, a thought struck Arnin.
'The white saber inside of me helps with mark creation because of the tattoos, but is is also made from my threads. Can it be used as a weapon?' Arnin thought for a moment before deciding to give it a try. He called on the saber inside of him and had it appear on his palm. This time, he didn't divide it into the fingers, but directed all the energy to his palm.
Torne noticed a short, snow-white blade appear on Arnin's hand. Although it was inside of Arnin's palm and wasn't that long, he still felt the sharpness.
Arnin looked at the weapon on his hand and couldn't help but shake his head. Although it appeared on his hand, Arnin felt that it just looked like a blade, but didn't have the properties of one.
”What if I try to insert some threads into it? Maybe the balance will tilt towards the threads rather the tattoo portion.” Arnin nodded his head and gave it a try. He didn't have enough time to experiment with the battle capability of the saber, so he could only improvise. He began to add different threads to the blade. The threads didn't go into the blade, rather they wrapped around it like a web.
Torne noticed all of this and felt the sharpness of the blade increase. ”Little sh*t, what are you doing? We never agreed to use weapons.” Torne felt that this was unfair. Although he believed he was stronger than Arnin, that didn't mean he underestimated the latter.
”We didn't agree to having weapons, but we never said we can't have any either.” Arnin smiled before rushing towards Torne with the blade.
”Despicable. You are truly a demonic little sh*t. How could you be such a despicable child?” Torne leaped to his side to try and avoid the saber, however he was a little slower than Arnin's swing. His right arm received a small cut, however something weird began to happen. When he was cut by the blade, he felt some of his essence disappear.
Arnin also noticed that his saber absorbed some of the essence from Torne. 'Interesting.' Arnin nodded his head and swung it towards the other party once again.
”Little sh*t, what is this blade?! Why am I losing strength?!” Torne began to feel a large amount of fear. He never knew of such a weapon's existence. It was absorbing his essence, but not only that, he was also losing a great amount of energy.
Arnin ignored the screams of Torne and crazily swung the saber. It didn't leave serious wounds, but still cut deep enough to do some damage. Arnin was slashing Torne without any hesitation, and there was also an intoxicated smile on his face.
Throughout the whole fight, Arnin noticed that although Torne's cultivation was high, his actual strength was actually even lower than Kurse's. 'Seems like this guy is not a fighter.' Arnin nodded his head and began to increase the strength in his swings.
The crowd watched on with wide eyes. They all knew that Torne was not a good fighter, but his cultivation was much higher than Arnin's. Suddenly, Torne fell to the ground. His body was covered in cuts that were both large and small, some deep, others not so much. He looked extremely pathetic.
The blade on Arnin's palm went back into his skin. ”Slave, since you have lost the match, let me teach a small lesson as to what happens when one goes against his master.” Arnin walked towards Torne and lifted his own hand. He then began to punch Torne's face repeatedly.
”ARGH! AHH! STOP! STOP! AHH!” Torne's shrill screams resounded in the sky. They started off loud, but they slowly become weaker and more pitiful. Xillar, who didn't step in the whole time, couldn't bear it anymore.
”Arnin, stop! He can't handle it anymore. This is only a spar. Why are you treating your fellow student like that?” Xillar gulped before he spoke out. He didn't fear Arnin's strength, but he felt that Arnin was way too vicious. Suddenly, Arnin pulled Torne's shirt up. A sinister ball-like tattoo appeared on Torne's chest. It wrapped around his shoulders and waist like a snake.
”W-what is that?” Xillar couldn't help but move little closer and ask in astonishment.
”This is the slave mark. He lost the bet, so he is now my slave. He is not a fellow student, so I can do whatever I like to him. Got it?” Arnin looked at Xillar sternly. The latter felt that Arin was becoming increasingly vicious as time went on. He could only shake his head. He could try and help Torne, but he knew that Arnin would still beat him up later. Suddenly, a thought popped in his mind.
”If you try and take him from my sight, then I will make him live a life worse than a dog's. You can try your luck if you wish.” Arnin looked at Xillar with a wicked smile. The latter laughed bitterly before taking a step back. He did think of taking Torne under his wing to try and protect him from Arnin's beatings, but that plan was a no go.
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In the blue sky, a black robed person sat on top of the clouds and watched the scene unfold with great pleasure.
”Hahaha! The Demon Lord is really not playing anymore. That slave mark is really something brings back memories. Hahaha!” The black robed person kept laughing with a voice that was neither that of a woman's, nor of a man's.