After the winner’s announcement, the Tarrasque and the others approached Emppu. Alm and Bruno analyzed his internal condition: he hadn’t been killed, but his soul, life, and everything else were severely damaged. Ruri quickly made him swallow a high-level pill.
However, everyone knew that even this wouldn’t be enough. The pill would only temporarily stabilize his condition, but it was unlikely he would wake up.
The Tarrasque looked at Muham coldly, fighting the urge to quickly turn him into a bloody mist. However, the young man’s gaze was one of pure disdain.
"What? Blades don’t have eyes. This is a fight, and ’accidents’ can happen. Everyone saw that I didn’t break the rules. What happens to him afterward is none of my concern."
The Tarrasque and the others continued staring at him coldly, but did nothing. No one was foolish enough to act rashly. Besides, everyone noticed the round figure placing a hand on Emppu’s forehead. Instinctively, they felt the young man might wake up one day.
"Indeed."
The emotionless voice of the round figure sounded, without even looking at Muham. Without delay, they lifted Emppu and took him off the stage. Meanwhile, Muham chuckled darkly.
The next fight was decided: Denil against a woman from the Qilin continent. He calmly moved toward the stage.
The woman stared at him seriously. Upon seeing the handbell and the statue in his hands, she trembled. As soon as the judge declared the start, she quickly spoke:
"Sir... can we settle this differently?"
Denil observed her carefully. There was no dark aura around her, and it didn’t seem like they needed to be harsh. "What do you propose?"
She quickly replied: "How about a contest of domain over the laws of the earth? I’m good at that. You’re a golem, so you have a huge advantage. It’s fair, isn’t it?"
He nodded in agreement without much thought. The woman sighed in relief. "I’ll show you my best."
Alm and Bruno were curious. In the Queen’s universe, there were practically no people cultivating these laws, but here it seemed to be different. The influence of the Tarrasque and the high-level natural laws of the planet allowed everyone a clearer view. A law in balance between Yin and Yang wasn’t something as simple as it seemed.
Mastering the laws of the earth, beyond its obvious advantages, opened the doors to all the other elements. The natural elements became extremely easy to cultivate afterward. Those who didn’t have a very specific talent always prioritized the laws of the earth, as they would have many tools to use.
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The woman snorted, and her eyes pulsed as she activated her ocular technique to the max. Alm and Bruno analyzed calmly. The laws of the earth around her twisted as she used her eye power to alter the interaction of the natural laws of the world.
Quickly, she waved and raised her hand. In that moment, a radiant and pure Yang spread. Everyone in the stands instinctively took a deep breath, feeling the air filled with natural energy. In the woman’s fist, a bit of radiant earth emerged.
"Wow, this... is the legendary essence of life?" Someone murmured.
A confused young man asked: "What is this? The natural energy of plants?"
"No. This is the highest level of the laws of the earth. From the earth, life is born. And in pure earth, there’s the essence of life, where nature originates. She’s managed to reach that level... what talent." An older figure responded.
Alm and Bruno observed and agreed. Indeed, she was talented, but she hadn’t reached this point only with knowledge and mastery of the laws, but with the power of her eyes. She converted the Yin of her body into Yang, which in itself was terrifying. This also helped alter the properties of the laws, reaching such a level.
Then, the round golem waved calmly, and the entire stage pulsed.
The spectators widened their eyes, catatonic. The woman, using all her potential, created a bit of the essence of life in her fists. But the golem made a gentle movement, and in that moment, the entire stage, several meters wide, seemed to fill with that essence.
Without the power of the eyes, he managed to do this with only his will. No one immediately believed what they saw and felt, not even the Tarrasque, who already knew the high level of the golem. But, just by breathing the air coming from it, everyone felt life in their bodies increasing. There was no doubt it was real.
The younger ones were scared, but the more experienced ones explained that, unfortunately, this energy had no offensive power and couldn’t be used in combat.
Ruri almost let out a laugh when she heard that. Indeed, in that way, it couldn’t be used to fight. But the laws of the earth were the balance of both poles. If he could create the most extreme form of life so easily, why couldn’t they do the opposite? Then she thought; maybe they didn’t even know that anti-life existed.
The woman trembled from head to toe, her eyes wide, but she quickly bowed. "I lost."
The judge announced the winner, and the round figure calmly returned, under the attentive gazes of everyone. The use of strange weapons had already shocked the spectators, and now this? How far could he surprise them?
The second fight of Carod was announced. The opponent was the person who had defeated Florien earlier, from the Caipora continent.
Carod no longer had primordial runes, as he had used them all in his previous victory. His opponent, however, didn’t use anything, and still... Even with a small amount, that was power that made all the difference.
Still, Carod wouldn’t give up on fighting. The battle began, and within a few minutes, he cornered his opponent.
He was forced to use the power of his eyes, something Carod didn’t fully possess. In the end, Carod lost due to exhaustion in a grinding fight. However, it was clear to everyone that if Carod had the same abilities from his lineage, he would have won.
He left the stage and should have been satisfied, but he couldn’t smile or show any joy anymore. He looked at Emppu, unconscious in the middle of the group, and an immense pain surged through his chest. That young man was honest and straightforward, why did life have to be so cruel?
Carod clenched his fists and thought about the things he had learned over the past few months with the couple. He couldn’t waste any more time or the opportunities that came his way. He had to be as strong as possible, so he could stop things like this from happening to people who didn’t deserve it.
Other fights took place, and now, only the couple of golems from the Tarrasque continent hadn’t been eliminated from the second round. Then, a duel was announced that made everyone hold their breath: Denil vs. Muham.
Ruri’s eyes gleamed; the karma would be paid on sight. She knew that Emppu could be easily healed by Liumi and her master, but it couldn’t be done now.
Still, that sadistic torture and humiliation couldn’t go unpunished; he didn’t deserve that. If it weren’t for her master stopping her, she would have already attacked to avenge Emppu. Consequences? She didn’t care. But now, that bastard would wish she had attacked and gotten her revenge earlier; now, he would understand exactly what he was dealing with.
A message came through the array to Ruri. She jumped in surprise, but an even more excited smile lit up her face. Without hesitation, she started preparing according to the instructions she had received.
The two climbed to the center of the stage at the same time, keeping a distance of more than thirty meters between them.
The round figure’s expression remained completely devoid of emotions. However, Muham’s eyes, on the other side, showed clear disdain and mockery, mixed with a nearly perverse cruelty.
To the eyes of that immortal, who technically was still a hero, but was temporarily on vacation from the role, all of this was nothing but fun; he believed he could do whatever he wanted. To him, that golem was just a toy to be crushed or shaped to his will.
"Tell me, do you think the golem can defeat Muham? Is that weapon of his enough?" asked a young man.
Another snorted disdainfully: "How could something like that happen…"
"This is fundamentally impossible. The true strength of Muham is on another level. The golem only did what it did because of the suppression effect; now, everyone is ready. He’s just a golem and doesn’t have the power of a supreme race. At best, he’ll use the primordial runes to buy time, but when they run out, he’ll lose quickly." An Elder from the city answered lightly.
"Quick, look at Muham’s hands... He’s drawing his weapon for the first time! Looks like he doesn’t intend to give the golem any chance."
Although neither of them had exchanged words, the atmosphere was filled with a coldness that was hard to describe. When it became clear that both were ready, the judge declared the start of the confrontation.
"Heh!" Muham laughed sinisterly. "If you had chosen not to step onto the stage and surrendered directly, I honestly wouldn’t know what to do. Fortunately, you didn’t disappoint me and obediently came here. It’s too late now if you want to surrender. Today will be the most unforgettable day of your life."
The round golem smiled, and his eyes shone: "Really? I feel exactly the same. I can’t wait to find out just how much you can take. What will your old man’s expression be when he sees you screaming in front of everyone? Let’s find out."
At that moment, Muham narrowed his eyes. He wanted to laugh, but instinctively felt something shocking: a deadly pressure hovered over him.
At the same time, the Djinn and everyone in the arena heard those words and widened their eyes, stunned. Only then did the more experienced ones put the pieces together. Everyone remembered seeing Muham use the flames before without the help of the primordial runes.
"He... Oh my sacred goddess, he’s the Djinn’s son? Is this real?!" someone exclaimed in disbelief.
Purple and dark flames began to dance around Muham’s body again, focusing on his saber.
He laughed sinisterly, trying to push away the strange feeling that had taken over him earlier. His figure now looked like a fierce fire beast, pointing deadly fangs at his opponent.
A pillar of flames shot up several meters into the air. With his saber pointed forward, his eyes slightly narrowed and an arrogant posture, he mocked: "I like arrogant idiots. Let’s start slow... or do you prefer something more intense? Hahahaha!!"
Muham’s malice and sinister intentions were palpable, hitting everyone around him like a wave. However, at that moment, Alm and Bruno noticed something different. In his fists, an almost imperceptible fluctuation ran through the ’weapon,’ signaling the beginning of something no one could predict.