Chapter 66: Start of the Finals

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Later in the night, King Albert, King Darius and Archer held a short meeting to check if the competition should continue. 

"Though today's incident was handled well, would the same thing happen again for tomorrow's match, Darius?" King Albert asked.

"..." 

King Darius stayed silent when asked. It was because he wasn't sure what caused that to happen. His disciple almost killed his daughter and he wasn't even aware of it. It was a bizarre situation even for him.

"If it happens again, It might give a bad impression to the public that we allow someone with no sense of control to enter. More importantly, I'm afraid of Arthur getting a fatal injury because of this." King Albert added on.

The hero Hunter replied. "I wouldn't be too worried."

"Why is that so?"

"That son of mine...To be honest, even I can't beat him now, Hahahaha. The other day I tried testing him, and he didn't have a single opening at all." Archer laughs cheerfully, scratching his head.

"He is a Sword Saint after all." King Albert said, nodding his head.

King Darius grunts and placed his palm on his forehead, rubbing it. It was getting a little annoying whenever Arthur's name appeared, he would always be praised for something.

"Then it's settled. Tomorrow's final will continue." King Albert announced.

"You sure your disciple is going to be fine?" Archer asked King Darius.

A vein popped out of King Darius's head as he replied, "Yes." He was getting angrier as the two of them already assume who the winner would be for tomorrow already.

As the discussion ends, the 3 of them part ways and retreated to their rooms. Initially, King Darius wanted to give Red some advice or encouragement for tomorrow. But seeing how he ran out when he was still in the middle of a conversation with Ryong, he refrained. The Beast did mention he had enough mana to travel back to their world. Thinking that maybe he needed some time to himself, the King wrote a letter and left it under the door of his disciple.

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[Red's POV]

The next day came.

The Colosseum is still crowded despite the incident that happened yesterday. The Host appeared in the centre and continued entertaining the audience. 

King Darius wrote me a letter the night before, and here are the contents of it:

Tomorrow's the last Match. Your opponent is a sword saint whose power rivals that of even me. There's like a 5% chance you would win against the other kid. But I'll be proud of you no matter how well you do. This can also help you gauge how far you have come to obtain power. Once this is done, I'll reward you.

PS: Don't you dare lose embarrassingly.

Looking through that letter, I sat there and started laughing. That asshole master of mine never changes. I think in his way, this is how he cheers someone up. 

Ryong also told me that he had accumulated enough mana to send me back home, so it was up to me when I want to leave.

None of what the host said went through my ears as I dragged my body to the centre of the stage, focusing on the target in front of me. The sword Saint, Arthur, was already in the middle waiting for me.

"Let's get this over with." He said, pulling out his sword from the scabbard.

I took Stix out from my inventory and placed the end of the pole on the ground, pointing the sharp edge of the weapon up.

Members of the crowd started mumbling and whispering to each other while pointing at my spear.

- A spear this time?

- Do you expect him to win a sword fight with the Sword Saint?

- That spear looks cool!!

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"Blue, [Item Description] of [Stix]"

[Stix]

Type: Ego Growth Weapon (Spear)

Attack Power: Increase Strength by 3 Lv.

Growth-rate Synchronisation: 7%

• An Ego Growth Weapon. A Weapon that gained a soul on its own. The weapon grows stronger as the Owner gets stronger. How the weapon performs depends on the synchronisation between user and weapon.

• Weapon increases piercing damage exponentially, when hitting a vital point of the target

• Ice Damage will be inflicted on Target when landed. Can manipulate ice using Aura to a certain extent.

• The Cloth of Spear can be used offensively when using Aura.

• The Spear was created by a long-forgotten blacksmith during old age. It was forged by the same creator who made [Fang]. Made with Materials from Coldest Dungeon, It naturally gained an affinity with the Ice attribute.

• The Spear finds it comfortable when held by you. But it still won't unleash its full strength until you can prove to it that you are worthy.

"This looks promising," I said to myself and readied myself.

"Let's see how strong the Sword Saint is," I replied to myself while placing Stix on my shoulder. waiting in a relaxed manner.

- BEGINNNNN!!!!!

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The moment the gong for the signal to begin was rung. There was already blood seen in the air. The audience tried to grasp the situation, only to find both Arthur and Red bleeding. Both of them had scratch marks on their cheeks, with Red's shoulder being the one that was cut deeply.

Without batting an eye, Arthur removes his sword and swings to sweep off the blood and slowly walked away, returning to where he was standing earlier on. 

Red kneel on the ground, placing his hands on it. the wounds inflicted by Arthur. 

"Shit, Shit, Shit!" He yelled repeatedly, as he looked at the severity of his wounds. He looked up at Arthur, meeting him eye to eye. His blue cold eye stared at him as if he wasn't worth his time at all. To Arthur, Red was nothing. 

Maybe the fight he had with Lionel was a fluke, he thought to himself. 

Red awoke Ryong, asking him if there was any spell or skill he had that could help lessen the pain in his left shoulder.

Fortunately, with the priest healing him so much due to the competition, Ryong managed to copy how the [Heal] spell works and applied it on Red, healing him. 

"How much mana can I use so that it doesn't interfere with the portal back home?"

[Thou don't have to worry. Thou have a set of mana that belongs to thyself. I have a set for myself that is reserved for thou.]

"Got it."

After healing himself. Red swing his arm around, checking the effect of the spell. It worked relatively well since he couldn't feel any pain in his shoulder anymore.

Red lifts his spear, pointing it at Arthur as he prepares to strike again.

Arthur simply just lifts his fingers provoking Red to attack him.

"Don't waste my time."

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