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Pain Crystal is a special treasure of the Revernon Clan. It was personally crafted by the Seventh Ancestor, and it is said that the core of the crystal contains endless twisted Soul. It can condense a target's lifelong pain into one moment, much like the Venomfang Blade, which, when diluted, helps nurture Fighting Spirit, but when concentrated, it is destined to be deadly.
The crowd at the venue clearly understood the terror of the Pain Crystal, revealing various emotions. Over the years, whenever the Seventh Ancestor would occasionally fall into slumber, Somaroth managed to eliminate hidden enemies one by one, and the role of the Pain Crystal was undeniably significant.
Of course, the Pain Crystal carries the will of the Seventh Ancestor. In addition to gathering pain, it can also assess certain matters in various fields from the most genuine and authoritative perspective, such as combat.
Thus, Somaroth's intention in presenting the Pain Crystal was already evident.
"I believe having the Progenitor crystal serve as a judge is as fair as it gets," Somaroth said with a smile. "Due to the influence of the Void Law, no powers can be used within the Lost Land, and everyone is well aware of this."
"Therefore, to ensure that our expedition returns fully loaded, I hope every participating warrior possesses sufficiently strong combat skills. As for how we will weigh their abilities, that is quite simple."
Determining superiority without using special powers is indeed a straightforward matter.
Akcher rubbed his nose and muttered, "Is it another cliché battle?"
"Survival of the fittest is the law of existence for warriors," said Lion's Eye, grinning to reveal a row of sharp teeth. "If we can settle things with a fight, why drag it out until tomorrow?"
A discussion erupted around the dining table as Clan Representatives and attendants whispered among themselves, contemplating their chances of victory.
At this moment, Chilisen spoke up, looking at Somaroth. "So, Reverno, how many slots are available this time?"
Not just Chilisen, but everyone was keenly interested in this question, casting their gazes toward him.
"Five," replied Somaroth, leaning on his staff with a smile. "A standard team size, wouldn't you agree?"
"I will give everyone five minutes to consider whether to run for the position."
Somaroth pointed to the classical clock at the back of the venue. The sound of various discussions erupted around the dining table.
Only Garen and Su Ye remained silent, one lazily sipping red wine while the other indulged in a feast, devouring the high-protein, nutritious dishes laid out before them.
Since becoming a vampire, food had become a significant challenge. Even under the influence of the special Embrace, Garen didn't need to consume fresh blood, but he had never been able to muster any interest in food. However, things were different now; with his promotion to Blood Dancer, his Fighting Spirit had also risen to Second Rank.
As his Blood Power was suppressed, a long-lost appetite suddenly surged forth.
"Aren't you hungry?" Garen hesitated for a moment before sending a hint to Su Ye.
Su Ye squinted his eyes and pushed an untouched roasted leg of lamb toward him. "Aren't you going to help me secure a spot? Your combat ability is something even I acknowledge."
"Not planning to." Garen initially wanted to tear into it directly but reconsidered due to the attention it would draw and instead quickly began cutting it with a knife and fork.
"Then someone will surely look down on you." Su Ye leaned back against his chair, tilting his body as he chuckled playfully.
Garen paused for a moment, turning his head only to find Tastandin looking at him with disdain, as if challenging him: Dare you fight me? I will tear you apart!
"Sorry, I don't really care," Garen shook his head and continued to eat heartily.
Although Somaroth and the other vampires viewed participation in Lost Land as extremely important and expressed that this journey would yield rich rewards, what did that have to do with Garen? His only goal was to construct the Watchtower, eliminate that damned disaster, and return to Demacia as an officer.
This was also the main reason Garen stayed with Solomon Clan; after all, leveraging their power meant that the Watchtower he built would undoubtedly be complete, and its quality would far exceed that of the one in Blackstone Town.
In comparison, whether or not he went to Lost Land truly mattered little to Garen.
“Su Ye, aren’t you going to play a couple of rounds? That’s not like you!” At that moment, Kachin shot a teasing glance from a distance.
In Thirteen Castle, the rivalry between Su Ye and Kachin was well-known. It was said that these two women had never seen eye to eye since childhood. Later, Kachin fawned over Acheron, but Acheron ended up expressing his affection for Su Ye. Naturally, the outcome was that Su Ye ignored him completely, dismissing the heir of the Reimer Clan.
As a result, Kachin, who was already known for her petty nature, took Su Ye as her lifelong rival.
At this moment, Su Ye glanced at her without any interest and said lightly, “Get lost.”
Kachin immediately became furious and turned her gaze toward Garen, seductively saying, “Sticking with a woman like this will never get you anywhere. Heh heh, I still have an elder position available. Interested?”
Garen had a large piece of lamb leg meat in his mouth and looked up with a bewildered expression.
“Boss, you’re overestimating this guy. With his kind of strength, to be honest, he isn’t even worthy to carry my shoes!” Tastandin mocked from the side.
Noticing Garen’s gaze, Tastandin glared angrily. “What are you looking at? If you have guts, come fight me! Do you believe I’ll tear you apart?”
“Oh?” Kachin narrowed her eyes slightly. If she could get something out of Garen, perhaps she could learn more about Su Ye.
“Hey.”
However, Garen casually raised his cup and downed it before continuing to devour the roasted lamb leg in front of him.
Seeing this scene, Kachin instantly lost interest and turned to chat with other nobles. Meanwhile, Chilisen subtly cast a satisfied glance at Garen.
Five minutes quickly passed.
When Somaroth concluded the discussion, ten clans expressed their desire to take the lead in battle. The only ones remaining silent were Somaroth’s own clan, along with Garen and Su Ye’s group, as well as Tatiana Berfant.
After careful consideration, Somaroth decided to let Black Nupier Clan's attendant, Blackie, and Torido Clan's Kakashi open the first battle.
The former clan had long been at the bottom, while the latter had remained stuck in seventh place for quite some time. However, the rankings beyond sixth place didn't mean much; it was said that Torido Clan had spent a considerable amount to maintain their seventh position against the eighth and ninth clans.
In terms of actual strength, Kakashi, who had been fighting against the Wolf Tribe for a long time, was much stronger than Blackie. But if it came down to a physical battle without using powers, it was hard to say, as Black Nupier Clan members were born warriors.
On the wide open space in front of Pain Crystal, the brown-haired Kakashi and the burly bald Blackie stood on either side. After casually performing a ceremonial gesture, they quickly charged at each other.
Then, the sound of their bodies colliding echoed through the banquet hall.
"Let's make a bet. If my choice wins, you help me snag a spot," Su Ye said with narrowed eyes.
Garen glanced at the two fighters. From a combat skills perspective, Kakashi seemed to have the upper hand, but Blackie's physique was clearly superior. Even when Kakashi managed to find an opening and landed a hit on him, it barely fazed Blackie.
Unless it turned into a siege battle, victory was undoubtedly going to belong to Blackie.
At that moment, Su Ye calmly said, "I choose that bald guy."
"Sorry, but I chose him too," Garen replied, uninterested in playing such a trivial guessing game. He continued eating what little remained of his roasted leg of lamb.
For some reason, he suddenly felt an intense heat rising within him.
Not far away, Tastandin continued to taunt relentlessly: "Hmph, little warrior! You truly do your great sword behind you a disservice! As a fighter, you dare not accept your opponent's challenge? Cowards like you will only run away on the battlefield!"
Garen ignored Tastandin's mockery; he only felt that the heat was growing stronger, as if thousands of bloodthirsty ants were gnawing at him—itchy and unbearable, accompanied by waves of sharp pain... Gradually, this restlessness formed into a certain desire...
Even Garen himself didn't realize that his breathing was becoming increasingly rapid and that his eyes were beginning to show traces of bloodlust. "I can help you with this aspect," Su Ye's voice floated into his ears like a delicate thread. "But I can't resolve your Berserk State."
Berserk State?
Garen's expression darkened, and his voice became hoarse as he said, "Is this your solution?"
"Yes," Su Ye replied after a moment of thought. "To put it completely, this is my solution, but not yours."
Clearly, this woman had transmitted the effects of Blood Frenzy to Garen. However, how could a potion that directly affects the body be transferred into Garen's system?
While having Garen bear the effects of the potion was indeed the most reliable method—after all, Su Ye had many enemies, and if anything went wrong, someone might take advantage of the situation. Moreover, Garen's physical resilience was strong enough to compress the duration of the potion's effects to a minimum...
But if that were the case, why drink it at all?
Garen's consciousness was somewhat chaotic; gradually, he could no longer think about so much...
At that moment, the battle in front of the Pain Crystal came to an end, and Blackie predictably emerged victorious.
"Not taking a break?" Somaroth glanced at the motionless Blackie before turning to survey the crowd. "Who else wants to challenge?"
Just as Somaroth's voice fell, Garen suddenly stood up.
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