Staurious’ face flushed red. It was humiliating but true, and he knew it. Though Morwag was covered in blood, there was a grin on his face. A fearless, daring, and confident smirk. It looked as if he didn’t care about his life at all, and eyes, though swollen, were piercing. Staurious wanted to surpass this kind of genius, but he could not. That’s why he hated them. Why other got better talent than him. No one could be better than him.

Morwag’s gaze could make anyone uncomfortable, and that’s what it did to Starious, and when he became flustered, he kicked the man on the ground. Morwag grunted and coughed a mouthful of blood, his body trembled in pain. Then he looked at Staurious and smiled. Not saying anything else. Just a look was enough.

“Don’t waste any more time,” said Wynfir impatiently. “Do what you are told to do.”

“Yes, Tower Lord,” said Staurious hurriedly. He sweated when he felt Wynfir’s gaze setting over him. The viciousness in that gaze was enough to make people submit in terror. Even more so to those who knew his true nature. Cruel and uncaring. Vicious and twisted.

Satuarious grabbed Morwag through his collar and dragged towards the center of the platform. The center was protruded. Made of stone. Staurious held Morwag’s hair and placed his head on the stone. Then grasped a sword that was placed beside the stone.

“I think,” Cecelia said, “he is brave.”

“I think,” Elora, who was silent all this time, said, “he is tuff.”

“Told you,” Kallus curled his lips pleasantly. He had told Kadyn that Morwag was a loyal and very courageous boy. However, Kadyn still wanted to check it out himself. He was pleased to see that Morwag didn’t break down in front of death. Not many people could remain as fearless as him. Kallus doubted if he would be able to remain as uncaring as him. Such bravery.

“I think,” Kadyn said, “we need to save him, or he is going to lose his head.”

They turned towards the platform and found Staurious was about to plunge the sword at Morwag’s neck. Kadyn nodded towards his companions and then the group sped towards the platform. Kadyn was the first to reach the platform, as he used the teleportation spell.

“Ptfff.” Straurious, who was about to slice Morwag’s head, coughed blood, and looked down in disbelief. There was a claw digging out of his chest. Dripping with crimson liquid. Then darkness formed in front of his eyes and his body collapsed. Dead. Lifeless.

“Who dare—” Before Wynfir could understand the situation, an attack came from behind him. He jumped on the ground and successfully dodged the attack. He turned around hurriedly as a black spear appeared in his hand, giving a cold feeling. Bone Spear Rune could materialize outside. It was its speciality. 

“Kallus!” he shouted when he saw the attacker.

Kallus was also holding a spear in his hand. Made of light entirely. Two of them looked completely opposite. Although Kallus’ spear was not made of his rune, it was a spell. Maybe a little weaker than Wynfir’s spear, but he could also cast other spells that Wynfir could not. Everything had its own advantages and disadvantages, after all.

As the duo faught, Elora and Cecelia also arrived in front of their targets. Cecelia chose Janrys who was the leader of the Bone Spear Hall and Elora went after K’len.

In just a matter of seconds Cecelia pinned down her opponent and then slit his neck. The blood gushing out and flooding on the floor. No one knew how she had done it as it was just too fast. Some of them whispered about a bat, but others just couldn’t tell.

Elora took her time and exchanged many punches with K’len. The guy grinned disdainfully at first when Elora tried to fight him head on. He was a poisoner, after all. Enemy didn’t fight him close quarter. That was a death sentence. However, after just a few exchanges his face turned pale because no poison worked on Elora. It looked as if a child was trying to push an elephant. Elora grinned and then punched, and K’len’s head burst into a bloody mist. Though not a single drop of it fell on her.

She turned around and found that a group of people was dashing towards her. Just a single glance, and they froze on the spot. No one dared to confront her, looking at each other, hoping someone would take the lead. No one did. She had just killed a peak rank 3 mage with a single punch. No one was eager to follow their leader. They could always earn money, but they had only a single life.

She eyed in another direction and found that Kadyn and Cecelia had already dealt with their targets. After Kadyn had killed Staurious, many more came after him. So there was no chance of survival. Pieces of their body were scattered all about, metallic smell permeated the air. Many people in the audience puked before escaping from this place. Kadyn and his companions looked no different from a member of a Blood Tribe to them. Unfathomable and scary.

There was only one battle left to complete. Kadyn, Elora, and Cecelia turned towards Kallus and Wynfir. The duo was having a tough battle. One holding a spear made of light and another was fighting with an eerie and black looking spear. Natural enemies. Two of them.

“You won’t be able to defeat me, like always, and you know that!” shouted Wynfir as he swung his weapon at Kallus. Kallus deflected without struggling too much. Kallus smirked and then his body scattered into small specks of light. A new spell. Wynfir had never seen this before, neither his spies told him about it.

“You are too confident of yourself,” Before he could understand anything a voice came from behind him. “Puchi!” and then a light burst out of his chest. Wynfir lowered his head and realized that it was Kallus’ spear. Bright and crimson.

“How…” He could not complete his sentence as the darkness consumed his consciousness, and he slumped down. Hole visible at the center of his chest. His lifeless eyes still wide open.. Disbelief visible in his terrified pupils.