Inside Farraway Coliseum’s particular seating space.

As they watched the duel attain its final conclusion, each Luke and Lucas stood frozen in place, their mouths agape as they have been confused. In spite of everything, of their minds, Leron’s victory was roughly within the bag, contemplating how his opponent regarded like he was just one step quick to trying like a monster made out of pure blood.

However as an alternative, what they thought was an amazing benefit Leron held towards Valyr was really nothing however a lie, the tables being swiftly turned on Leron as Valyr introduced that benefit to nothing with only one tyrannical transfer.

After which, dealing a couple of extra tyrannical strikes after that, Valyr step by step reduce off Leron’s a number of avenues of retaliation, saving one of the best for the final, his avenue of escape, the flexibility to give up.

However after all, Valyr eliminated that as effectively.

“What the fuck?! That fucker received?!” With the conclusion of Leron’s demise lastly sinking in, the anger Luke felt in direction of Valyr now surged with even larger depth. In spite of everything, he had suppressed this rage of his twice, as soon as earlier than the duel had even begun, and the second through the time Valyr reduce off one among Leron’s fingers.

“That is surprising.” Then again, a deep frown appeared on Lucas’ face as he furrowed his brows, absolutely assured in the truth that a Rank 2 class holder would beat a Rank 1 class holder, which was roughly the way in which the world labored. Nevertheless, a person that went towards that pure circulation stood in the course of the battleground, with the viewers loudly cheering on for the person’s victory.

“What subsequent, Lucas? Are we simply gonna let that man depart the coliseum?” Although he was nonetheless livid, Luke knew that this rage wasn’t greatest directed at his brother. Forcefully calming his down, he requested his brother as to what their subsequent plan of motion was. “He rebelled towards the emporium’s actions and even killed one among your males. Are we actually going to let that man get away scot-free?”

“Do not add your issues into this mess, you good-for-nothing brother.” In response to Luke’s questioning, Lucas regarded again at him with a grim expression, placing his youthful brother beneath the stress of his overwhelming aura. Unsurprisingly, Luke had no option to struggle towards it, solely being at Stage 12.

“Nevertheless, you’ve got undoubtedly obtained one factor proper. He killed one among my males.” As these phrases got here out of Lucas’ mouth, he reined in his aura, giving Luke the liberty to breathe in contemporary air as soon as extra. Taking a short take a look at his youthful brother, who gave the impression to be grateful to simply be capable of breathe once more, Lucas circled and made his means out of the non-public room.

“The place are you going, brother?” Luke requested simply as Lucas had opened the door. In response, Lucas regarded again at him for a bit earlier than leaving Luke on his personal, however not earlier than leaving his youthful brother with a couple of phrases.

“Simply going to handle a couple of issues with my very own fingers.”

…

Because the cheers of the viewers resounded all through the coliseum to declare the life and demise duel’s final winner, Valyr basked within the glory of this victory, solely his physique to show limp as he fell to the bottom on his again. Naturally, the viewers went silent at this sight, barely panicking at what had brought about Valyr to fall to the bottom unexpectedly.

Nevertheless, as soon as they heard a light-weight chuckle escape the person’s mouth, all of them inwardly set free a sigh of reduction earlier than persevering with to cheer for Valyr’s victory as soon as extra.

“Who knew tanking hits takes much more out of you than dishing them out?” Valyr muttered to himself, taking in a deep breath earlier than deciding to check out the present state of his physique. “I ought to reward myself with a protracted bathe after this. However for now…”

“[Inferior Heal].”

Activating his one and solely therapeutic talent, the entire wounds he had accrued from Leron’s bombardment of assaults up to now have been swiftly patched up, shortly returning his well being to full bar. Taking in a couple of extra deep breaths, Valyr stood up as soon as extra, bitterly smiling as he made a psychological notice to restore his Half Wyvern Armor as soon as he obtained house later.

“What a struggle it has been, do not you assume?” Although, simply as Valyr was about to go via the gates to depart the coliseum and head again to the smithy, the announcer from earlier appeared earlier than him out of nowhere, the latter’s voice echoing all through the coliseum as soon as extra.

“Though his opponents landed a whole bunch to 1000’s of assaults on his physique, Valyr was capable of endure to the bitter finish earlier than swiftly turning the tables round, ending his opponent’s life for good inside only a few tyrannical strikes!”

“With that, I’m proud to announce to everybody witnessing this occasion right now… that Valyr Zeihardt is the winner of right now’s life and demise duel!”

As soon as extra, the folks that have been capable of witness Valyr obtain victory firsthand cheered on for him, with Arcenne and Wells being a few of the few folks that cheered the loudest for him.

Nevertheless, simply as everybody thought that every one of them would return to their regular lives after this, a bunch of individuals in guard uniforms appeared on the battleground unexpectedly, asking the announcer to maneuver again or else he would even be implicated into what was going to occur subsequent.

Unsurprisingly, the announcer’s expression grew to become awry as he faintly understood what was happening, flashing an apologetic expression in direction of Valyr earlier than turning tail and leaving the latter on his personal.

Then again, Valyr stay standing the place he was, watching as these folks surrounded him earlier than unsheathing their blades.

Ding!

Then, as a notification sound resounded in his thoughts, these males then prolonged their blades at him as one of many males’s voices resounded all through the coliseum quickly after.

“Valyr Zeihardt…”

“You’re beneath arrest!”