A group of Krum’s close companions, equally irritated by the situation, prepared to cast their spells. They surrounded Kent, their wands and staffs glowing with energy.
Jean, still entranced by Kent, tried to intervene. “Krum, stop this! You don’t know what you’re doing!” she cried out, but her words fell on deaf ears.
Krum sneered, his eyes filled with determination. “He’s just sitting there, doing nothing. Let’s see how he handles a real attack.”
As the disciples launched their coordinated assault, a dazzling array of spells hurtled towards Kent. However, the divine disc circulating around Kent, like a protective barrier around him. Each spell was absorbed and then redirected back to its caster with twice the intensity.
The attackers were thrown back, their own spells turning against them. The force of the counterattack left them sprawled on the ground, groaning in pain.
Kent, still in his meditative state, remained untouched, the throne’s power and the divine disc safeguarding him effortlessly.
More and more disciples joined Krum after witnessing the failed attempts of the first few attackers. They were fascinated by the divine disc and its protective abilities, thinking it was a treasure that could be theirs if they could subdue it.
As the number of attackers increased, the female disciples, led by Jean, tried to protect Kent by blocking the attackers. Krum was baffled by their support for Kent, unable to comprehend their motivations. The fight began to escalate, with spells flying and shouts echoing across the training grounds.
“STOP…!”
A loud shout came, halting the chaos. Tang Zi and a woman in golden supreme robes emerged from the mansion, their authoritative presence commanding attention.
The woman in golden robes, Shika, the Supreme Staff Magus of the 6th Realm, glared at the gathered disciples. “What the hell is going on here?” she questioned with a serious look.
Krum stepped forward, his face flushed with anger and embarrassment. “It’s that disc of his,” he said, pointing at Kent. “It attacked us first!”
But the female disciples, especially Jean, spoke up vehemently. “That’s not true!” Jean cried, her voice trembling with emotion. “Krum attacked the guy on throne first, out of jealousy. The disc only defended the throne guy!”
Shika’s eyes narrowed as she looked at Krum. “Is that so?” she asked, her voice dripping with disdain. Krum’s bravado faltered under her gaze.
The argument continued for a moment, with the disciples defending their actions while the female disciples, led by Jean, insisted on the truth. Shika raised a hand, silencing everyone. “Enough.. Everyone, leave.” She said firmly.
The disciples shot angry glares at Kent as they began to disperse. The females, however, were reluctant to go, taking hesitant steps while casting longing glances back at him. Jean’s heart felt heavy as she looked at Kent, a deep longing in her eyes.
As the crowd distanced, Shika walked towards Kent, her gaze fixed on him with an intensity that made Tang Zi uneasy. “Tang, is he the one you’ve been training?” she asked, her voice curious yet tinged with something more.
“Yes,” Tang Zi replied, observing Shika’s odd behavior. He noticed the sad faces of the female disciples, their eyes filled with longing as they reluctantly left. Even Shika seemed affected, her high cultivation level the only thing keeping her from losing her composure completely.
Tang Zi, sensing something was amiss, called out loudly, “Shika, what’s happening? Why are the female disciples acting this way?”
Shika turned to Tang Zi, her eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and frustration. “It’s Kent,” she admitted, her voice soft. “There’s something about him. He’s incredibly attractive, and I feel an almost irresistible pull towards him. It’s as if my mind is being filled with thoughts of desire.”
Tang Zi frowned, glancing at Kent who remained in his meditative state. “Is there something special about him that could be causing this reaction?” he wondered aloud, not understanding the full extent of the situation.
Shika nodded, her expression troubled. “It must be something unique to him. Even with my high cultivation, I’m struggling to maintain my rationality. The younger disciples don’t stand a chance against such an influence.”
Tang Zi looked back at Kent, concern etched on his face. “If he has this kind of effect on people, it could cause serious problems in future.” Tang Zi muttered as he think of the situation.
Shika sighed, her eyes still fixed on Kent. “I know a way to manage this,” she agreed. “But for now, we need to ensure that these disciples understand the situation.”
“Shika, please send everyone away,” Tang Zi requested.
With a nod, Shika addressed the remaining disciples, “Everyone, clear the area. Now.”
Once the disciples left far away, Tang Zi snapped his fingers, waking Kent from his meditation.
Kent opened his eyes, meeting Tang Zi’s concerned gaze.
Kent felt a mix of surprise and confusion as he noticed the many females staring at him from a distance and the angry glares of several males. He didn’t understand why the divine disc had come out, but he called it back before getting up from the throne. As he descended, Tang Zi approached him with a concerned expression.
“Kent, what’s going on? Why were all those females looking at you like that? Are you hiding anything from me?” Tang Zi asked, his eyes searching for an explanation.
Kent paused for a moment, recalling the words of the Lust Goddess after a deep thought. He held his forehead, beginning to understand the strange gazes of the female disciples in the distance. “I need a mask,” he uttered, staring at the ground in a daze.
Shika, who had been observing the situation, smiled smugly. “As I expected,” she said, reaching into her spirit ring. She took out a shiny yellow and black striped mask and handed it to Kent with a sweet smile.
Without even checking what the mask was, Kent wore it directly. The moment he put it on, the mask wrapped around his facial skin, and his face transformed into that of a monstrous Lion-like.
“What’s this…!” Kent muttered, feeling the mask almost become one with his face.