Academic gathering with a lich-Chapter 213 - 200: Prince Lyle of the Black Abyss

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Facing Flexibility’s threat, his opponent showed neither fear nor discouragement.

His face was calm.

"Are you curious where my magical beast is? I have already researched your strange Necromantic Creation. It is powerful, but it also has weaknesses. It moves swiftly on the ground and can even charge through the air. But what about underground? My magical beast is a Burrower Worm. It is far more agile and fearsome beneath the soil and rocks than on the surface."

"Your enemy comes from a place you cannot see, and you will never be able to catch us."

After saying this, the Sandworm Controller leaped into the air. The ground beneath him cracked, and a conical shadow carried him swiftly into the earth, leaving only a small hole that, like an eye, stared at Flexibility. The hollow was dark, mocking Flexibility and the cumbersome Spine Wheel behind him.

"Hehehehehe..."

In the open space, Flexibility covered his belly and laughed.

"Sorry, although I don’t know if you can hear me now, I couldn’t help but laugh at your smug foolishness."

"Anyway, I might as well relieve you of your predicament sooner."

"Spinal Serpent, kill them."

The joints of the Spine Wheel began to twitch one by one, with the flesh in its center moving into the gaps of the spine to serve as filler. The gaps between the bones widened as the flesh became its connection, making joint movements more flexible.

The ring-shaped body split from one end, where a streamlined cranium made of dense bone was filled out with flesh.

It coiled on the ground, bellowed angrily, and then fiercely burrowed into the earth.

Flexibility stood with his hands behind his back in the original spot, with the ground trembling and swelling intermittently beneath him, while barely audible whining sounds of the worm could be heard.

After a while, the ground behind Flexibility broke open. The Spinal Serpent emerged, coated in the blue-black blood of a sandworm. This was accompanied by the referee’s announcement of the match result: the opponent’s Life Box had been activated, and he had died underground.

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The rest room of the Necromancer Figure Club was bustling.

Flexibility’s arms had already been disassembled, and Shiny and Flexibility were chasing him with his severed arms.

With only his legs, Flexibility remained lively, and he even managed to shout leisurely at Lyle.

"Plague Doctor, we have won."

"The duel between the club presidents is still left," Lyle said, patting Nia, who was playfully clinging to his hat. He was very uncertain, doubting whether his own strength was enough for this responsibility.

"Right, so haven’t we pretty much won?" Shiny actually stopped and patted the Plague Doctor on the back.

"Plague Doctor, you should go bind the Life Box," said Flexibility, pointing to the device being dragged over by the Demon Race guard. A pallid human skull was mounted inside a black crystal, and the blue flame burning atop the skull gave it an even more hellish appearance.

The emergency Life Box of the Black Abyss Arena allowed the user to engage fearlessly in combat within the arena. It was said to enable full restoration of the fighter, which Lyle didn’t know much about.

The Demon Race guard Yakler saluted Lyle.

"Lord Plague Doctor, please leave your Life Mark. A phalanx bone will suffice."

"What?"

"One of your phalanx bones. The Life Box can save your information. As long as it has a part of your body, full restoration is possible. Our Demon Race uses blood for marking, while Andreians usually leave a phalanx bone."

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It was over.

Lyle looked at the diligent Demon Race guard and also at the expectant club members behind him.

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Am I going to expose myself?

Lyle took a deep breath and finally made a decision.

"Shiny."

"What’s up, boss?"

"You all say that I’m bound to win, right?"

"Of course, boss is Mr. Plague Doctor, the supernova of Spirit Summoning Studies."

"Well then, this Life Box, I might as well not want it!" To fight without the means of revival was truly a battle with one’s back against the wall.

"Hiss." Lyle heard his companions gasp.

"Mr. Plague Doctor, for your safety..." Mr. Flexibility just began to persuade.

"Great!" The cheering from the controller interrupted him, "You’re truly the target I had my eye on! Mr. Plague Doctor! Your spirit is absolutely incomparable to any of the dead, damn it, I’m so fired up I want to fight in your stead!" Then why don’t you take action?

With the controller’s leading, the dissuading voices of Shiny and Flexibility vanished, leaving only praise and support.

In such an atmosphere, there was a clanging sound.

The long halberd held by the Demon Race guard dropped to the ground. Yakler was panting heavily, his muscles trembling, and he fixed his gaze directly on Lyle, wild tears streaming down his face.

"I... I’ve actually witnessed the birth of a legend!"

"What did you say?"

Yakler covered his face with his thick arm, as sturdy as a tree trunk.

"I said I’ve witnessed the birth of a legend! Lord Plague Doctor, why am I such a rough man! If I were a female of the Demon Race, I could pursue you!"

"In all the time the Black Abyss Arena has been running, the only one who dared to step into the arena without binding a Life Box, from ancient times till now, there has only been one, and that is the invincible King of the Black Abyss!"

"You! You are indeed the progeny of Lord Raymontos!"

"???"

Lyle seemed to think of something, and the commentator outside the arena also expressed his puzzlement.

"My friends! My beloved brothers! You must be curious! Why, I! Bigby! The chief commentator of the Black Abyss Arena would come to commentate this petty skirmish of the Andrei conflict! Is it because our Black Abyss Arena has no better fights?"

"Of course not! It’s because... I! I heard a bombshell from my friends from the Andrei Literary Society!"

"That is our next president of the Necromancer Figure Club! Lord Plague Doctor!"

"He was originally of the Holy Light! Yet he fell into darkness, embracing evil spirits and death! He disregarded his father’s glory, swearing to surpass his achievements! He comes to the Black Abyss Arena with his invincible subordinates for his first slaughter and conquest! Beneath his feet, the bones of his enemies! Before his eyes, his victory!"

"Son of heaven! The pure! The despiser of the Holy Light! Allow me! The heretically blasphemous Bigby to despoil the glory of his ancestors upon his flesh! The only beloved son of Lord Raymontos!"

"Our Prince of the Black Abyss! Lord Plague Doctor!"

In the midst of thunderous cheers, Lyle’s whole body trembled!

GTMD Literary Society! GTMD Literary Society! GTMD Literary Society!

Lyle’s fingers clenched on his Andrei ring, the black leather rubbing against the gold threads on the ring.

"Mr. Raymont, are you there? Could you please take out the literary society, and don’t go easy, regardless of my relationship with Mr. Gentleman. Just turn the literary society to dust and ashes, and I’ll immediately change my surname to Holy Light, whatever you say I’ll agree to!"