Chapter 1614: Section 1615 Sebastian
Even the people at the judging seats were whispering and simultaneously turning their attention to the seated Wizard Level judges, hoping they could give a definitive conclusion.
The Wizard Level judges pondered for a moment and shook their heads, everyone understood then that Trom had not yet lost, the competition was still ongoing.
But what exactly was happening inside?
In the arena enveloped by darknessâ
Asaz lifted his head and looked at the opponent. Given the intensity of the explosion just now, Trom should have been seriously injured or at least affected by it.
Yet when Asaz looked over, he found that Trom had no injuries at all, instead his body was wrapped at some point in a glowing white deerskin with velvet.
This piece of deerskin had completely absorbed the energy of the Demonâs Fire.
When the Demonâs Fire burned out, the deerskin remained completely undamaged.
Seeing this, a flash of surprise crossed Asazâs eyes: Whatâs going on?
"I did say, even if itâs just one-thousandth of my power, it couldnât be so easily neutralized... Ah, I see." A deep and ethereal voice reached Asazâs ears.
The one speaking was the Demon hidden in the VoidâSebastian.
"What is that?" Asaz asked.
"The fur of an ancient Phantasmal Beasts that lives in the Abyss." Sebastian said.
Since it grows in the Abyss and managed to survive from the ancient times to present day, it indicates one thing: it naturally possesses the power to ward off various dangers of the Abyss. And one of the most common monstrous powers in the Abyss is the Demonic Power.
So it makes sense that this deerskin could ward off Demonic Power.
"With that deerskin, this will be difficult," Asaz frowned, "The Demonâs Fire is ineffective against him, and using Demonic Power attached to his flesh isnât as strong as his either."
Could this competition only end in defeat? He was somewhat reluctant. Once he secured the top triumph in the newcomer competition, he could then make a request to the upper echelons of the Sky Mechanical City, at which point he could... Asaz didnât want to think further, because Sebastian could pry into his thoughts.
"My dear Milor, are you under some misunderstanding? Did I ever say that my Demonâs Fire was ineffective against him?" Sebastianâs voice reached Asazâs ear.
The information in the voice made Asaz envision a demon in black attire, smirking mockingly in the deep darkness.
Asaz shook off the illusion in his mind: "You mean, the Demonâs Fire is effective?"
"Of course, the Demonic Power I lent you was barely one-thousandth of the normal concentration. You can now withstand one percent, by which time even the fur of ancient Phantasmal Beasts will not withstand the burn of this density of Demonic Power."
A gleam of joy flashed in Asazâs eyes: "Please grant me power."
Sebastian: "I can certainly grant you power, but my dear Milor, havenât you forgotten something?"
Asaz: "After the competition ends, I will immediately prepare a gourmet sacrifice."
"Good that you havenât forgotten, but..." Sebastianâs laugh carried a trace of cruelty: "This time, I want a cuisine made from the living, like that little Phantasmal Deer opposite you. I would like to taste what a human merged with ancient Phantasmal Beasts bloodline tastes like."
At the end of his words, a moist sound could be heard, clearly Sebastian licking his lips.
Asazâs expression immediately darkened: "Impossible!"
"Donât refuse so quickly. Donât you really want to win the championship? What you could accomplish with the championship... Isnât that your wish?" A sinister laugh followed, and then Sebastianâs voice deepened: "Then, wouldnât you be able to restrain human Wizards from me? Isnât that your wish?"
Asazâs expression looked troubled.
"How strange, do you wonder why I would know your wish? You always dare not think about it, which makes me very curious about what you plan to do after winning, so while you were asleep, I quietly probed a little." Sebastian laughed heartily, seemingly unconcerned that Asaz wanted to restrain him.
"Just by defeating him, you can take a crucial step towards your wish, arenât you looking forward to it?"
"Just need to make him into cuisine... youâll be one step closer to restraining me, arenât you tempted? Moreover, itâs just once; I will only taste cuisine made from a living being once."
Asaz coldly said, "Do you think I would believe a demonâs words?"
Sebastian: "Why not believe? I have even exchanged my surname with you... Milor, a name Iâve carried for thousands of years, Iâve now given it to you. Everyone might deceive you, but I wouldnât."
Asaz sneered, Sebastian could clearly feel that there wasnât the slightest swaying in Asazâs heart.
"Your cheap Mentor Tubal at first also vehemently rejected me, but later came into my embrace." Sebastian: "Since you are willing to inherit the contract with me from your Mentor, why not follow your Mentorâs example?"
"Itâs precisely because he embraced you that he fled to the Southern Domain, and eventually did not end up dying there."
"But Tubal didnât regret it until his death." Sebastian: "Having inherited his legacy, you should inherit all his wills as well."
"I will not inherit his will, nor will I ever make humans into culinary sacrifices for you." Asaz: "Iâd rather admit defeat."
"If you lose, then you canât restrain me anymore."
Asaz: "It doesnât matter, because you canât be rid of me either. Sebastian... Rowle."
Rowle, once Asazâs last name, but now exchanged with Sebastian. Thus, when Asaz mentioned Rowle, he felt extremely conflicted.
Sebastian, utterly unconcerned with Asazâs attitude, simply kept chuckling lightly, his laughter echoing continuously in Asazâs mind.
Asaz opened his eyes, ignoring Sebastian, and instead looked at Trom across from him.
Although the sly demon had tricked him and did not lend him the Demonic Power, he still had some remnants of Demonic Power within him. Asaz planned to make one more gamble... Trom appeared unscathed, but perhaps he was internally drained, maybe giving Asaz a chance to exploit him?
With this thought, Asaz began to take action.
The previous conversation with Sebastian seemed long, but in reality, it was merely a second or two. Trom was caught off guard by the exploding black-red sphere. Although his deer skin provided some cover, his thoughts were still scattered, allowing Asaz a chance to strike first.
A black-red sphere floated in front of Trom.
Upon seeing the black-red sphere, Trom finally snapped back to his senses, his eyes flickering with fear. He instinctively picked up the deerskin, hoping to avoid another attack from the Demonâs Fire.
However, when the black-red sphere burst open, Trom did not feel the impact. Instead, he smelled a familiar pungent odor.
"Stink Bomb?!"
Asaz was using the Stink Bomb again, a rare offensive trick in the culinary world. However, to prevent the Stink Bomb from being immediately destroyed, Asaz mixed a black-red spice to make Trom think it was the previous Demonic Power.
Indeed, Asaz didnât suspect a thing in his haste. He didnât attack the Stink Bomb and immediately used the deer skin as a cover.
But the deer skin, although highly resistant to energy, could not ward off the spreading smell.
Trom inwardly cursed as the stench of the Stink Bomb spread, his vision blurring before his eyes.
If one doesnât use a Defense Spell and fully endure the effect of the Stink Bomb, they may completely lose all sensory experiences and canât control themselves.
Trom was in such an uncontrollable state at that moment.
At such times, if his opponent were to release another black-red sphere, he would definitely be finished.
Trom anxiously awaited the outcome of his defeat.
But when he opened his eyes amidst the disorienting swirl created by the Stink Bomb, he realized he wasnât grievously wounded. Only the frost sealing the wound on his chest was shattered, causing some dull pain. The rest of his body remained unscathed.
On the other hand, Asaz, his hands emanating a white, frosty vapor, couldnât even expel it with the remaining Demonic Power.
Clearly, Asaz took advantage of Tromâs loss of control and attacked his chest, but Trom wasnât severely hurt, while Asaz himself was backfired upon by the frosty breath.
Lacking additional supplies of Demonic Power, Asaz couldnât break through the frost layer covering Trom.
...
"It looks like my foolish disciple is going to win, how boring. It would be so much better if he lost." Harsh voices emerged from the Snow Raven.
Greya glanced at Quini, she was not joking. She truly desired, hoped, and even greatly anticipated Tromâs loss.
Greya couldnât help but feel sad for Trom, having such a mentor.
"But, winning doesnât matter either. Thinking that he wonât be able to fulfill the three-year agreement makes me very happy." It seemed Quini remembered something, shifting from despondency to joy.
"What three-year agreement?" Greya knew it must be another setup against Trom, but she couldnât help inquiring further.
Quini turned her head, looking towards Angel lost in contemplation: "Actually, Trom greatly admires Angel."
Angel snapped back to attention, looking towards Quini.
"Admires him to the extent of wanting to defeat you." Quini continued: "I of course did support him, so I set a three-year agreement with him. If he defeats you within three years, Iâll strive to get him an opportunity to enter the âMoon Chapter.â If he fails to achieve this goal within three years, he has to accept a little punishment."
Although Quini didnât specify what the punishment was, knowing her character, it certainly wasnât a "little" punishment.
"He agreed?" Greya was doubtful: "He wants to defeat Angel within three years, but the premises require him to advance to Official Wizard. I see no signs of advancement on him, how could he agree?"
Even if he truly decided to advance, it would definitely require a lengthy preparation period. Even with extremely good luck and successful advancement, there would still be a stabilization period. Itâs basically impossible for him to defeat Angel within three years.
Such an impossible agreement, would Trom be foolish enough to agree?
"He agreed." Quiniâs words made Greya doubt what she heard, even the challenge target, Angel, couldnât help but raise an eyebrow.
"However, at that time I didnât tell him that Angel had already advanced to Official Wizard. You know, information travels slowly in the Abyss."
Greya: "..." As expected.
Among those she knew, only Quini would trap her own disciple so brazenly.
"Since todayâs battle outcome is already determined, Iâll leave. I certainly do not want to see Trom triumphant after his victory." Snow Raven flew into the sky, circled once, and looked at Angel: "Angel, Iâm looking forward to our next encounter."
"But donât forget the rewards of the Frost MoonâFrost Essence and Moon Chapter, always ready to open their doors to you. I await you in the Frost Moon Alliance."
With that, Snow Raven spiraled upward and flew away from the arena.
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