Academic gathering with a lich-Chapter 447 - 409

The peculiar arrangement of the arena captured the audience’s attention, hinting at the uniqueness of the next match. The shouting had ceased as they sat upright, hands clasped and resting on their knees, their gazes fixated on the arena’s slightly gloomy iron gate. The wait was for a greater explosion of excitement to come, a feeling of anticipation shared by everyone.

In Black Abyss Arena’s commentary box, the tabletop covered in an unknown beast hide was hidden in the shadow of black curtains to obscure the commentator’s appearance, a measure for their safety, as there were always disgruntled spectators among the Demon Race who might retaliate against the commentators.

And now, a small deep purple hand with sharp claws suddenly reached out from behind the curtains, exposing its owner to the sunlight.

It belonged to a small demon with a Mohawk hairstyle, its slender body resembling an underdeveloped dwarf. But the grin full of sharp teeth and the crafty gleam under the sunglasses carried a wild frenzy.

"My friends in the audience! I, Bigby, your gold-medal commentator for Black Abyss Arena, want to say it again!"

"Welcome! All of you! Whether you’re our fans or newcomers! Today! We will show you the beauty that the Demon Race adores!"

"Today! Each one of you is lucky! Because the next match! Features..."

"The King of the Black Abyss!!!"

"The everlasting disaster of Holy Light!!!"

"The fallen master, Lord Raymontos!!!!"

Excited by the festive atmosphere, cheers erupted throughout Dark Zone Two, led by the demons.

Bigby nodded in satisfaction at the atmosphere, which he considered his own achievement.

"Now!!! Hail our king!!!! Display supreme power!!!!!!!!"

Lyle’s ears were nearly pierced by the unrestrained screaming.

It was hard to believe, for it was coming from another stand.

Thank heavens, Andrey was in utter silence.

No, this time was different.

Apart from the faint applause from Aryan and Loveday, there was the clatter of pots, knives, and spatulas from the Holy Light Culinary Society.

Then their sound equipment was confiscated by the Executive Committee.

Nia brought back Mr. Dark’s skull, for some reason, perhaps for portability.

When Nia placed the pole with eight skulls dangling beside Lyle, he was startled.

Seven skulls chattered away, their moving jaws dishing out headbutts to the skulls below.

At the bottom, Mr. Delusion’s black box, like a radio running out of battery, called out despairingly amidst the clattering.

"My... clack clack... billion oh... clack clack... billion oh..."

Maybe because of their good relationship with Nia, Mr. Dark was on top and seemed very happy at the moment.

"See that, Lyle? This is the prestige we’ve built for the King of the Black Abyss! Lord Raymontos! Hahahaha!!"

Lyle looked at Mr. Dark calmly, offering a gentle smile.

"Mr. Dark, have you ever considered that one day, Raymontos’s growing power may become too much for you to bear, that your foolhardy actions will bring about your own doom?"

"Hahaha, no, our plan is flawless."

"Is it? But now the Church of Holy Light has Sister Aryan, and among the common Liches, the Holy Light Culinary Society has emerged. While they now happily welcome Mr. Raymond, what about the future? Won’t there be a Lich who pierces through your lies? The end is nigh, Mr. Dark."

"...Plague Doctor, my dearest friend... you wouldn’t just watch, right?"

"Hehehe, yes, my dearest friend Mr. Dark, who sent me careening to hell."

"..."

Lyle’s smiling figure cast a shadow, completely enveloping the string of skulls.

A blinding light appeared across the entire arena, brighter than the sun, more dazzling than Magic Power, and more majestic than flames, it was Holy Light!

Lyle closed his eyes, but even with the protection of his eyelids, he could feel the presence of Holy Light.

Mr. Raymond, Raymontos, entered the arena like a super lamp powered by nuclear energy.

Just as everyone was closing their eyes to endure the strong light, the cheers of the Demon Race were still echoing in their ears, even though some of them were nearly blinded due to physical clashes and scuffles.

Such dazzlingly bright light, it was as if a sun had risen in the City of Wandering, and everyone felt the change in the weather.

After the light vanished, the audience took ten minutes to adjust back to the real world.

Nia removed herself from Lyle’s face, frequently meeting Mr. Raymond had prepared Lyle in advance.

Due to frequently harnessing the Spine Wheel, vision was no longer his most commonly used sense, which was probably also a part of the transformation process towards becoming a spellcaster.

Actually, Lyle didn’t really want to watch Mr. Raymond’s performance match.

Because, there was nothing to learn.

Could you shout "Detect Evil" and knock your enemy to the ground? Could you deliver an instant defeat to your enemy by striking after them?

You couldn’t, aside from feeling Mr. Raymond’s strength, you learned nothing.

"Who is about to be instantly defeated by Mr. Raymond?" Lyle asked indifferently.

"The next one... will definitely not be instantly defeated by Raymond," the gentleman said.

Incredible, is there really such a powerful being out there? Curiosity stirred within Lyle’s heart.

But the gentleman did not continue to explain; instead, he looked towards another iron gate and smiled.

A finger poked Lyle’s face, Lyle turned his head and saw Alianna’s eyes gazing at him.

Her lips curved into a smile, and as Lyle turned, her index finger didn’t move, so his cheek, squished and deformed, brought a smile to her face.

Returning to her usual composure, Alianna moved her finger behind Lyle, following her direction, Lyle looked back.

It was just an ordinary flagpole.

"Mr. Dark has gone down."

Before the words even finished, the bustling iron gate began to rise slowly.

Without any magical effects, Mr. Dark, wrapped in a black robe, looked at Mr. Raymond and walked out from behind the door.

He came to the center of the arena silently.

Mr. Raymond nonchalantly limbered up, preparing to teach his fallen brother a lesson.

Mr. Dark made a move.

His bandage-wrapped palm emerged from the black robe; in the center of his palm, a faint light was blooming.

It was Holy Light.

Raymond was stunned.

"George... my brother, by the Holy Light, have you returned? Have you... have you finally come back to our side, back to the embrace of the Holy Light! My Holy Light! Could it be... could today be my lucky day?"

His own brother came to this place in the name of a duel, could it be he wished to reconcile? Such a surprise felt like a grace bestowed by the Holy Light, moving Raymond tremendously.

Everything is getting better, everything is on the upswing!

"No, Raymond, today is my dark lucky day," Mr. Dark declared.

With a crunch, Mr. Dark clenched his fist and crushed the Holy Light in his hand.

Those tiny, shattered lights were like the shattering of Raymond’s stunned touch.

"The Holy Light has betrayed me!!!!" Crushing the Holy Light and breaking the seal, Mr. Dark entered the void form.

"I have mastered the power of corruption!!!!"

"Today, shall be the day you fall, Raymond!!!!!"

Slap! Lyle smacked his forehead, then covered his face.