Chapter 50: Tournament 1
Chapter 50: Tournament 1
“What the hell was that, Arsene” an obnoxious cry rang in my ear as a young woman with black hair berated me.
With tears wetting my cheeks, I gazed innocently into victoria’s eyes, “Whatever do you mean, big sis, Arsene only wanted to win,” I pitifully exclaim, playing like that of a fool.
With a loud thump, Victoria punched right across my forehead, “You shameless bastard. Do you realize what you have done?” She questioned.
Clutching my throbbing skull, I shrugged, “Not much can be done about that. Honestly, most of the deaths by me were accidents. I had no idea the effects of the Element of Darkness.” I cunningly mentioned, pondering over my Qi and Elements.
With a serious expression, Victoria looked out at the other students eyeing me in horror, “You have made an enemy out of everyone. I even heard that the Snow’s had placed a rather high bounty on your head.” Victoria murmured with a warning pitch.
Touching my chin, a rather believable scowled masked my expression as I glared furiously at Grey and Salazar sitting near the king. Their eyes were cold and indifferent as they turned to look at me.
With eyes sharp as a blade, Grey smiled as he pointed to a young knight walking towards me. A massive amount of killing intent flooded the area, shocking me to my core.
My kill count was only one hundred sixty-eight in my previous world, yet the young man before me was different. The sounds of wails and carnage echoed through my skull as he paused, “A~r~s~e~n~e, ” he vengefully howled as he stood before me.
His hair ran long and wild, while his chiselled face, as if crafted by the gods, shone with a profound shine. His pace was intense yet almost demonic as he continued marching towards me, like a panther stalking its prey. Standing eye to eye, he clenched his fist.
A light smile appeared on me as everyone stared at us with apprehension. A tense suffocating atmosphere filled the air. Yet, all of it vanished as I spoke, “…Wanna kiss or something? You’re a little close…Not judging, but I am not interested. I prefer men less muscular…no homo…well…you know what…I stand by what I said.” I commented, poking fun at the young man before me.
To my side, victoria covered her mouth, snickering as many in the audience burst into laughter. I even caught a glimpse of grey smiling.
As if poisoned, the young man’s face grew purple as the halbert formed from inside his hand. A powerful battle intent filled the area, quieting the laughter, “Arsene! You will pay for what you did; my name is Alister Vargis. The third child of….”
“I don’t care,” I swiftly interrupted, “If you’re not going to fight me right now. Then remove your foul scent from my presence. This young master was chatting the fine lady near me.” I arrogantly stated.
Wrapping my arms around Victoria’s soft waist, I walked away laughing aloud as she glared at me. Yet, my senses never left any opening for Alister to strike.
“You will die today,” He bellowed, walking away in humiliation.
“You really have a habit of pissing people off,” Victoria declared, pealing my arms from her waist. “But there is something different about you. Did anything happen after we last saw each other?”
With a pitiful face, I shook my head, already missing the tender touch of her waist, “No…I don’t think so,” I swiftly lied, turning my head.
Not believing my words, Victoria touched various parts of my body before gasping, “…Your not a V…”
Coving her mouth as quickly as possible, I could feel three powerful intents busting from the void around me. One, in particular, being mothers as her words echoed deep within my mind, “D~E~A~R!!!, you will tell mama who stole her baby from her right.” She asked sweetly
Yet, a deep dread consumed me as I shook my head, not daring to speak. Oswin already had an icy gaze, but I believe he had not made the connection yet. Damn it; she was the one that raped me…kinda. Well, she was the one that came at me…Yes, let’s justify it like that.
“Instructor, please don’t speak my business so casually.” I scolded, “Are you trying to get me killed.”
Snorting, she pushed my hand away, “only fifteen and already a pervert.,do you even know her name?” She demanded.
With tears in my eyes, I just ran; there was no winning. I just want to eat people, is that so much to ask for. Transmigrated as a fetus was already hell. Now I am in this ridiculous situation due to some horny queen.
Time gradually began to pass while I dodged the king’s cold eyes and ignored the sharp words of Mother. Seeing everyone was present, Grimlor rose high in the air. “I would like to congratulate the few hundred men and women of the three great academies. But we will now commence with the second stage of this tournament.” Grimlor’s mighty voice thundered as four giant stages began to materialize in the area.
Four instructors flickered to each stage there bodies pushing out a terrifying amount of Spiritual Qi as they each called out two sets of numbers.
Stage 1 contestant 2 vs 44
“Stage 2 Contestent 311 vs 404
Stage 3 contestant 49 vs 109
Stage 4 Contestatn 899 vs 100
Hearing my number, I walked to the stage as a young nobleman stepped forward. His golden hair shone in the bright sunlight as he stepped on the stage with a superior expression. He eyed me up and down before coving his mouth with a small fan.
“Just surrender a lowly second-born trash from a house of brutes has no place here.” He commented, slowly fanning his body, ” Stay, and I James Egor shall have you taste my blade.”
“Another idiot,” I whispered in an audible tone, “Can we begin Instructor Row.”
Smiling, Row nodded, ” Begin!!” he bellowed as he flashed away.
Low born trash,” James screamed, summoning an aesthetic rapier. Not bothering to summon Dragonsbane, I dodged at the last second, my hands slowly being covered with flames as I gripped his face.
The burning stench of flesh quickly filled the area as James pitifully screamed in agony foolishly, turning around like a chicken that had its head chopped off. My black flames tearing into his flesh as he bellowed.
“AAAHHHHH!!!! I Surrender,” he shrieked, falling to his knees.
This fool dares to have a battle with the Fire Lord. Not bothering to put out my flames, I stepped off the stage while watching what would be my competition in the future.
The tournament speedily continued; the clank of steel against steel sounded while blood poured from the stages as the hundreds of competitors began to fall.