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“What’s going on?!”
A wave of gasps echoed through the venue.
“What is this? I sensed the aura of a barrier above!”
“Are you kidding? The formation of the castle was set up by the Fourth Progenitor himself. With Lucifer's Anger of the Angel, it’s impossible to activate the Pain Crystal's barrier!”
The Pain Crystal, as a treasure of the Revernon Clan, would actively set up barriers to fend off dangerous elements. However, the problem was that in this castle in Starsea City, the magic circle below shielded all special powers, meaning it was impossible to trigger the crystal barrier under such conditions.
“Did you notice that warrior’s sword? Could it also be a soul-infused weapon?”
“There’s a possibility… but it’s still too absurd. Even if there were two soul-infused weapons, or even ten or twenty, under a power-shielding condition, it wouldn’t be capable of such might!”
“But aside from this, can we find a better explanation?”
The crowd fell into deep thought.
At that moment, the layer of black barrier slowly dissipated, revealing a horrifying scene!
On either side of the barrier's edge, the venue displayed two starkly different scenarios. On one side of the dining table, everything was classical and elegant with a heavy atmosphere, while on the battlefield side, it was already in ruins—the black ground shattered inch by inch, and both walls had collapsed completely…
Lucifer's eyes still held fear; he was drenched in blood, his wings marred by neat cuts, blood trickling down from their tips. With a thud, he fell backward!
On the other side, Garen leaned heavily on his sword, his expression weary to an extreme degree before he too collapsed.
“Get them out for treatment.” It was Mokvand who spoke first, commanding his servants to take both men outside for healing.
The entire venue fell into silence; even Somaroth bowed his head in contemplation.
Clearly, everyone wanted to know what had just happened within the barrier. To be able to disregard the castle's formation and devastate the venue to this extent was unprecedented. However, with both parties now unconscious and taken away, there was no one left to ask.
Somaroth pondered for a moment, then said, "Repair the venue and continue the selection."
"Yes!" Niguzate replied as he stood up and walked away.
Having just witnessed the breathtaking battle, the subsequent matches among the attendants seemed dull in comparison. The highlight was undoubtedly the attendant from the Bervant Clan, Infernal Demon, who, against all odds, showcased remarkable skill by defeating both Scarlet Moon and Tastandin. As for Niguzate and Lion's Eye, they effortlessly dominated their opponents and advanced to the final round without any challenge.
Next came the time for Pain Crystal to deliver his evaluation.
The five individuals who ultimately secured their spots were: Niguzate, Lion's Eye, Lucifer, Infernal Demon, and Garen.
…
As Garen lay on the hospital bed, the scene from earlier lingered in his mind.
In that fleeting moment, Garen distinctly felt the imposing aura of Stormblade—its righteousness, its stormy presence… a myriad of emotions.
Yes, emotions.
As the pain in his body subsided slightly, Garen immediately picked up Stormblade and began to examine it closely using Blood Power. After a moment, he frowned and quietly took out two Void Rings, channeling Rune Aura into Stormblade…
"Has it fallen asleep again?" Garen mused as he rubbed his temples.
Based on Garen's familiarity with Stormblade, he was almost certain that it had indeed awakened for a brief moment. However, for some unknown reason, after that instant of awakening, it had slipped back into slumber.
Though he felt a twinge of regret over this outcome, Garen was not overly disappointed; instead, he felt a sense of joy.
Compared to its prolonged dormancy over the past two years, Stormblade's brief awakening indicated that it had accumulated some power. This suggested that true awakening might not be far off.
Glancing to the side, he noticed that Lucifer was still unconscious on the adjacent bed. The sheer force of Stormblade had taken a toll on him; even if only for a moment, it had left Lucifer with serious repercussions. It would be impossible for him to recover in the short term.
Although Garen did not understand why Lucifer had secretly assisted him, he silently noted this favor in his heart.
With Garen's recovery abilities, combined with the unique power of Blood Power, it didn't take long for him to heal significantly. Under the astonished gazes of several healing blood clan members, he slowly got off the sickbed and returned to the castle's gathering hall.
...
As Garen pushed open the grand doors of the hall, Kachin's cold voice rang out.
"I do not agree with Solomon's nomination."
Somaroth pondered for a moment. "But that is the decision made by Pain Crystal."
"So what?" Kachin deliberately glanced at Su Ye and scoffed. "As far as I know, Solomon is a nonentity. Who knows where someone brought him from? An unidentified person like this should never be given such an important role."
"The fact that Pain Crystal has not questioned him indicates that his Blood Power is genuine," Somaroth shook his head. Although he was reluctant to get involved in the conflict between these two women, the selection quota was crucial for Dead Man's Gorge and the future development of the blood clan, so he did not want to give up on a strong candidate.
Aside from Somaroth, other clans were still observing.
"I support Kachin's proposal." At that moment, Chilisen, who had been silent for a long time, slowly spoke up. "Even setting aside identity issues, the Solomon Clan clearly used special potions; I'm sure everyone noticed that just now. This is unfair."
The clan representatives exchanged strange glances. Anyone could say such words, but it was particularly excessive coming from you, Chilisen. Who couldn't see that warrior had been affected by your family's Blood Frenzy? Did you think everyone was blind?
However, compared to this point, the clans were more concerned about the undercurrents hidden behind those words.
Rogerett from the Black Nupier Clan sneered. "Well then, let me express my viewpoint too; that warrior's cheating behavior is disgraceful."
A representative from Padocchi Clan smiled and surprisingly aligned with Rogerett. "Yes, daring to pull tricks in such an occasion is too audacious."
Each clan began to voice their opinions, directing their grievances towards the Solomon Clan and Garen. Of course, everyone knew that this was not merely a matter of fairness but an opportunity to suppress Su Ye.
Even those clans that had no ties to Lost Land did not mind taking a jab at Su Ye during this moment; moreover, they could gain favor with Kachin and Chilisen in doing so.
Yet there are always some individuals who do not care what color mask you wear on your face.
Su Ye still wore that lazy expression, her fingers occasionally tapping on her knee. "Oh, I see! Are you all tired of living?"
"You!" The Clan Representatives were taken aback.
Somaroth frowned. "Su Ye, watch your words."
"Alright." Su Ye smiled as she scanned the faces around the dining table.
Wherever her gaze landed, an inexplicable chill filled the air, causing some to shiver involuntarily.
It wasn't that Solomon's strength had reached such a level; rather, Su Ye was a complete lunatic! One must understand that reasoning with a madwoman is utterly futile!
Since Su Ye had said this, if things continued to escalate, she might very well tear off the mask and take action! This crazy woman wouldn't care about whether she could win or lose!
Su Ye looked at the empty seat beside her and grinned. "You're here!"
Garen said nothing more, observing the atmosphere at the table.
"Is there anyone else who has objections?" Somaroth asked with a wry smile. Sometimes, he actually appreciated Su Ye's unreasonable madness because only someone like her could keep this group of insufferable nobles in check.
As expected, after Su Ye's threat, no one dared to speak up again, not even Kachin, who hesitated to voice his thoughts.
But at that moment, Acheron smiled like a gentleman. "I do."
Su Ye's expression darkened gradually.
"Of course, I don't question Sir Garen's identity. It's just that using potions feels somewhat unfair. However, I won't dismiss him outright; perhaps we can arrange another duel?" Acheron wiped his mouth.
This suggestion caused many of the vampires to exchange glances, unable to decipher the intentions of this heir of the Reimer Clan.
Somaroth and Niguzate exchanged looks; after a moment of silence, Niguzate spoke up. "In principle, it should be allowed since the power of the potion within him has already been exhausted."
"However, this gentleman has just been injured, and it seems unlikely that he can fight again in a short time," Niguzate said, glancing at Garen.
"Is there any other way?" Somaroth pondered.
Just as Niguzate began to contemplate, Acheron, seemingly prepared, smiled and said, "Perhaps we can select two young individuals to be trained separately by Sir Garen and Lion's Eye, and then hold a competition three days later."
Somaroth's eyes lit up as he nodded. "Yes, that's a good idea."
In short, they would find two young individuals of similar skill levels from different backgrounds, who would be trained in combat by Garen and Lion's Eye respectively. This way, not only could they avoid issues of unfairness, but they would also eliminate factors such as "soul weapons" and "innate talents," thereby highlighting the essence of combat.
Most importantly, this would quell the doubts of the blood clan present.
Before long, Somaroth ordered someone to bring in a group of untrained slaves.
These young slaves came from various races, and Lion's Eye was the first to make a choice, pulling a descendant of a blood clan criminal to his side.
Although this Overtime emphasized fairness repeatedly, it still couldn't achieve absolute equality. The physical conditions of these young slaves varied greatly; clearly, selecting those with better innate abilities would provide significant advantages.
Garen scanned the group.
His gaze finally settled on a small human boy.
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