For the first time since the first year’s tournament started, the loser wasn’t in such a horrible state, besides some slight bruises and the wound on her hand, only her eardrums suffered a beating.
Slowly but surely, Riley stood up before she stumbled towards the rest area, without accepting the help from the assistants.
Aisha followed not too long after, she smiled at her son and then entered the resting area.
Needless to say, but Alexander was now past angry, he glared at Riley as she left and coldly snorted.
“Useless, each and everyone of you are fucking useless!”, he said as he jumped to the stage without waiting for the referees to announce the next match.
The referees frowned, not because of them, but because there was a chance that maybe Stella needed to give an announcement before.
Aura nodded and the referees then continued.
“Rank number 1, Daimon Licht”.
“Rank number 4, Alexander Jolbaris”.
Only then Daimon got into the platform, the screens changed their focus to them.
Daimon had black hair which made others believe he was indeed related to Erin, but his amethyst eyes undoubtedly related him with Aisha, he was tall despite his age, his get up consisted in a white and purple jacket and pants, as well as a black shirt, something drew everyone’s attention was that he wasn’t using any kind of armor nor he had a weapon.
Alexander on the other hand, was the perfect representation of the Jolbaris family, tall and slightly bulky by innate, and with orange hair, if anything the white stripes on his hair separated him from the other people of the Jolbaris family, he was wearing heavy metal armor and his weapon was a longsword.
At the seats of the Half Emperors, Arthur couldn’t help but clench his hands on the arm support, while Daimon looked calm and composed, his son was a clock bomb right now, and that wasn’t the image he wanted for the heir of the family.
This tournament attracted the attention of the whole galaxy, and while losing might be a disgrace, a captain must remain rational under the worst circumstances, while Daimon was known for retaliating… with extreme force, he only acted when he was provoked.
Still since Alexander is his son, he had to support him.
“Argent matriarch, it seems your disciple has grown arrogant, even the grandson of the Rock Dreadnought was wearing some sort or armor”.
The other Half Emperors laid back against their seats as they waited for Aura’s answer, Lars was specially praying to the heavens that Daimon’s “overconfidence” ended in him miserably losing, because otherwise the coffers of his Furious Whirlwind academy will be taking a huge blow.
“Last time you lost against me and I have never used an armor, besides you seem to believe that this is a match and it isn’t… it’s an execution”.
Arthur’s expression became grim, the place where Aura cut him eight years ago still itched from time to time.
“Humph, we’ll see”.
…
“Tiger Storm!”.
Back at the platform, Alexander immediately released as much lightning and mana as he could, yellow electricity filled the whole platform, covered both of them.
The referees reinforced the barrier as the yellow lightning clashed against the walls of the arena.
But as Arthur was about to smile, all the electricity was suddenly dispelled into small yellow particles, revealing Alexander who had a shocked expression on his face and Daimon who was calmly standing in the same spot completely unscathed.
“I-Impossible”, blabbered Alexander, he turned to see the referees and pointed at Daimon.
“He is cheating, is impossible to resist the lightning of my storm tiger…”.
Alexander couldn’t finish his sentence when a black cube raised from the ground trapping him inside.
“Demon Coffin”, with a snap of his fingers, lightning which was originally purple exploded out of the black cube, turning black in a split of a second, before it condensed into spears which impaled the coffin.
The cube then slowly dispelled and Alexander who now had countless wounds collapsed on the ground, before a pool of blood formed below him.
“You talk too much” said Daimon as he walked towards him; lightning crackled with each step.
“Booom!”, Arthur who suddenly appeared next to Daimon and tried to punch him, was stopped in cold by Erin who materialized out of nowhere, her pretty hand was covered in a black gauntlet which was now holding Arthur’s fist.
Aura was standing behind him with her sword nearly slicing his neck, the sky darkened and the air trembled as they both asked in a calm and yet murderous voice.
“What is the meaning of this?”.
The students in the stands were about to suffocate, although the referees and even the Arch ranked elders were actively protecting them from the clash that was happening on the platform, even after having their powers sealed by the barrier of the academy, their mana was in another whole level.
The other Half Emperors didn’t interfere, with the exception of Parzival who descended from to the platform.
Arthur took a deep breath every time he tried to release his lightning to force Erin to let go of him; his lightning was somehow dispelled.
“He attacked my son when he was talking with the referees”.
Without waiting for Aura or Erin to say anything, Daimon spoke.
“What kind of idiot suddenly starts talking and expects his enemy to not attack him”.
Arthur felt a vein popping on his neck.
“He had a point, you could be cheating, how can a one-star mage be completely unscathed after receiving the totality of my son’s mana and the lightning he could manipulate, in a single attack, not to mention that was a legacy spell!”.
Daimon shrugged.
“His lightning was lame that’s why I had no trouble to keep it away from me, he was agitated enough to lose control over his own spell, even a novice mage could have kicked his ass”.
Although Daimon said that, he might have accidentally fried Alexander’s brain because the aura of overlord’s pride activated on its own after detecting a possible “rival” predator, challenging his authority.
That’s why he finished him with one of his experimental combination spells, he had to use something flashy enough to divert the attention from Alexander’s unusual mind state.
“The winner is Daimon Licht”, the field marshal declared the winner of the match, making Arthur glare at him, Lars couldn’t keep his cool anymore too, he joined them and argued that the incident must be investigated.
But Parzival’s next words shit their mouths.
“Show me a one-star mage who can play such a trick, under my eyes and I will call you father”.
Arthur wanted to argue, but he noticed his son was literally beaten one inch to death, so he had no time for that, he retracted his hand but as he was about to take Alexander to leave, he crossed his arms in front of him and was suddenly sent flying out of the stadium due to Aura and Erin punching him at the same time.
Only then Erin suddenly disappeared while Aura and Parzival returned to their seats, Arthur attacked first and the rules are one attack for one attack.
Although the field marshal had already declared Daimon the winner, the referees still did their last job.
“The winner, Daimon Licht”.
The students at the stands went crazy, some cheered him, while others were unconvinced, “how could the difference be so big”, they thought.
While the assistants took Alexander out of the platform, Daimon’s classmates came out of the resting area, even the Risha girls, Aleah and Arianna came down from the skybox to celebrate.
They all approached Daimon and congratulated him; Daimon saw Lars pale face and he smirked before adding the last nail to his coffin.
“Originally I was comprehensive with the Earth Palace and the Furious Whirlwind academy, but since it seems you two have enough resources to waste them in Alexander’s lackeys, the price has doubled, you have one hour to pay or the deal will be cancelled”.
Daimon left the platform accompanied by his classmates and their relatives, as well as Aura, before they left the stadium.
Lars stood there alone with a pale expression until his friend Maxim approached him, with a defeated expression.
“The kid got us good; I need the spot so I will reach out to the Argent matriarch… we’ll recover from this”.
Only then Lars reacted, his eyes became bloodshot and he gritted his teeth, so hard, Maxim thought he might break them, but then he changed that to a cold gaze, he handed Maxim a large crystal chest before leaving, not without saying.
“Hand them my part… we must kill him no matter the cost Maxim, tell your disciple to also hunt him down in the magic ruin, I will hand Terry “that”, you do the same”.
Maxim slowly nodded before he walked towards the exit of the stadium, hoping that Daimon and the others weren’t that far from him.
