Chapter 111: Clean Sweep Part 1

Rona Mai coldly watched the handsome Werewolf King walk with the serpentine stuck closely to his side to the front of the crowd, their long black robes blending as they gracefully dragged on the ground behind them.

'That should be my place.'

She thought with conviction and tightly clenched her fists, her resolve to finish the snake further strengthened.

'I just need to wait for a bit longer, then everything will fall back in place. But where is the Supreme Elder?'

Turning her head, she looked around at the gathered beasts, but couldn't find his figure even among the vampires.

'He must have changed his mind about working with me. That's probably why he isn't here."

Disgusted and angry at the beast's betrayal, she shifted her gaze to the floating giant colosseum with fierce and vengeful eyes.

'I will remember this. The vampire will definitely pay for backstabbing me."

"They look good together." The Snake Queen remarked in astonishment, her eyes flashing at the harmonious image of the perfect couple that seemed to be made just for each other.

In the past 18 years, she had never seen the Werewolf King appear before a crowd, clean and well dressed, in his human form. At every gathering of the beasts or battle competitions, he always attended in his wolf form. 

It was only at the Stadium of Battle Arenas that the various beasts saw his handsome human appearance. However, even then, he was dressed in dark rags that covered his exquisite features and profound temperament. 

With the breathtaking Versailles glued to his side, it was only today that the male's hidden charms were revealed.

"Sigh, the Werewolf King was already attractive in his usual dark garbs. Now that he's well dressed, he is even more mesmerizing." An Iirifey held her chest as she gazed at the charming male with shining eyes.

If only she could have the good fortune of breeding for him...

"Why is the serpentine so attached to him in public? Can't she wait until the end of the Battle of Wars?" Similarly stunned was a female Weretiger. Taken by the werewolf's good looks, a trace of envy and jealousy appeared in her heart.

"So what if she is attached to him? They are mates. They don't need any of the races' consent to act a certain way. Moreover, that's the Werewolf King. Be careful not to earn his ire." A nearby beast glanced over on hearing the daring words of the weretiger and helpfully supplied.

"Yes, Tiera. You should watch your mouth. As we belong to the extinct Weretiger clan, our race has been exempted from the Battle of Wars for the purpose of increasing the Weretiger population. If you set your sight on individuals that you shouldn't, then the end of our remaining bloodline won't be far."

The deep growl came from an older Weretiger with blue stripes, his eyes sharp as a knife as they pierced the girl's flesh. Seeing her guiltily avoid his gaze, the weretiger snorted in disdain, before focusing his keen eyes on the two mates.

It was in such an atmosphere that Ramose joined the ranks of the Kings.

Ignoring the glaring eyes and curious looks, he focused his whole attention on attending to his mate's comfort. Her head tilted back and forth as she breathed, the delicate rasps tickling his heart as he focused on keeping her head steady with his large hand.

With every race gathered, the witches convened for a brief moment and split apart into different directions. An instant later, their powerful voices resonated in the bleak region.

"Races of the Nar realm, the Grand Colosseum will descend in a few moments for the ascension. The races will enter the stage according to their standing in the realm. The Six Supreme Clans will be the first to start. Now, may the Battle of Kings commence!"

"Yesss!"

"The Battle of Kings finally begins!"

"May the mightiest King reign supreme!"

"Will the Werewolf King and serpentine fight each other?"

"I don't think so. Those two are too attached to battle one another."

"No way! I wanted to witness the clash between mates!"

"Then I guess you are going to be disappointed. Because any beast with eyes can see how close these two are. Moreover, the wolves treasure their mates more than their lives. The Werewolf King is no exception."

"Aiye, what a great letdown!"

The beasts enthusiastically whispered and murmured to one another as they followed behind the clans. 

"Wait, our Supreme Elder isn't back yet!"

Right at this moment, the scream of an anxious vampire froze the buzzing atmosphere, attracting all the beasts' attention towards him.

The elder was one of the council members on Luke's side.

Usually used to being showered with a multitude of glares from the vampires, the elder felt a bit flustered when all races looked at him in curiosity. Nervous and sweating, he repeatedly told himself to remain calm, before raising his head to continue.

"He went in to rescue the serpentine. However, while they are back, he has yet to return."

"I am sorry to hear that, but there is nothing we can do about that. The rules of the battles are clear. All participants are to be gathered before the eve of the exchange, otherwise, they will immediately be disqualified. This applies to Kings as well. Since he isn't here yet, he is disqualified."

The eldest of the witches, with black hair and blue eyes, indifferently replied.

"Now, if there is nothing else, you should return. Races of the realm, begin the ascension!" Ignoring the dazed vampire, the witches and races proceeded towards the Grand Colosseum of Nar.

The rules were simple, and there wasn't an exception for anyone. Not within the presence of the other forces.

As the strongest of the leaders present, the Werewolf clan was the first to enter the white stadium.

With his arms still wrapped around his mate's waist, Ramose led his pack towards the center of the Nar realm, where the huge colosseum floated lightly in the air. 

With their appearance, the looming colosseum fiercely shook and trembled, and a cold light glowed from the entire structure. 

As if in response to a call, the structure slowly lowered to the ground.

BOOM!

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With a resounding boom, it finally landed with a majestic force that radiated might and glory.

Versailles woke with a start, the loud noise startling her from her nap. Looking around in confusion and incomprehension, she saw the horde of beasts pushing forward.

'Did the Battle of Kings begin?'

She was about to move when she felt an arm wound tightly around her waist, restraining her movement.

"You're awake? Good. The Battle of Kings is just beginning." Ramose's deep and rich voice was soothing as it entered her ears and calmed her heart.

"Did any beast find out...?" The words had yet to leave her mouth when his large hand fell on her head and gently rubbed her hair.

"Would I allow you to fail? Of course not! No beast has found out. Once we enter, just go directly on stage, hmm?"

Warmth spread through her heart as she obediently nodded, a faint blush staining her fair cheeks an attractive pink.

At her obedient appearance, tenderness bloomed in his heart, and a strange sweetness he never experienced before filled his senses.

Tightly securing his hold, he flashed towards the gaping gates of the Grand Colosseum of Nar with her in his arms.

With the entrance of the Werewolf King, the remaining clans and races rushed into the white structure, the cracked and fractured ground losing its original appearance within a matter of moments.

"I must get the best view to see the clash between the Eagle and Devil King!"

"The best views are reserved for the Six Supreme Clans, but even finding second best is not easy. The superior races will snatch them from us."

"Forget! Let's just find any seat."

With the settlement of the creatures and the Kings gathered on stage, the Battle of Kings began.

Versailles stood in the center of the arena, clean and refreshed, as the Devil King viciously lunged at her without warning. Throwing out his hands, a fierce wind gushed forth and violently slashed at her figure.

Unperturbed, Versailles rose into the air and used the propelling force of the howling air to sail across the sky and land right behind the devil.

Her figure flashed and she harshly kicked the beast, sending him skidding, before following with more vicious kicks and punches that reduced him into a snarling mess.

"Stop, stop! How dare you humiliate me in front of a crowd." As if unaware of his current situation, the Devil King roared with furious anger.

Unfortunately, his roars fell into deaf ears. Versailles transformed into her serpentine form and ruthlessly smashed her golden tail at the flailing beast.

"That's for having the intention to bring harm to me!"

BANG!

With a loud crash, the Devil King of the Seeking Evil clan was roughly kicked off the stage, his trembling figure deeply impaled into the white stone floor.

Kyaaah!

A giant three-headed monster with four arms ran hatefully towards the giant serpentine. Wielding a barbed black whip in the shape of a viper, the beast leaped in the air and flung the whip.

BOOM!

BOOM!

'How fierce!'

Versailles suddenly found herself in a chain maze of flying barbed whips, obstructing and blocking her every attempt to escape. 

Shiiiiing!

Bang!

Dodging another blow aimed at her throat, she slithered across the floor and twisted and glided back and forth.

Two more barbs aiming for her heart and head followed, rending her helpless.

'This Demon Queen is truly fierce. Since the start of our exchange, she's been delivering blows that force me to only defend helplessly.'

Versailles was shocked by the overwhelming pressure of the three-headed monster. With the help of her four arms and nefarious barbed whip, she had her completely under her control.

What's more, the chains were dark with a venomous poison that could finish off even a serpentine.

'This can't go on. I need to break out of her chain maze as soon as possible.'

With her heightened senses, she could perceive a strong killing intent and deep resentment from the beast. Since the latter wanted her dead, she had no choice but to go all out.

Her life wasn't so easy to reap.

"Hisssss!"

Sharp and ruthless, her violet-gold eyes flashed radiantly as her snake scales hardened. Flushing with a metallic sheen, they unreservedly clashed with the barbed whip, raising sparks in the air.

Shiiiiing!

The clash of metal against metal was so loud that the audience covered their ears in pain.

'This? What's going on? Nothing happened to her after clashing head-on with my venomous barbed whip?'

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