BXBX NOVEL Chapter 130 8 Rings
In the vast coliseum filled with a myriad of dead bodies.
The sudden announcement shocked John Stark, he quickly pivoted his head and looked at the injured Xyr, who was in the healing process, Farrie and Baron were pouring their strange mana into his body.
"Happy now?" Said Ezra Zephyr.
John Stark was not sure what to say, he put the white sword behind his back and stood silently.
"15 of you will be moved towards the upper floor shortly" The mysterious voice came.
Ezra moved, he passed by the Fair Sword as he moved towards the dead bodies.
The sights of rest followed Ezra Zephyr. Everyone was confused at a strange sight
The martial masters of Bloodfang Kingdom were gathering the dead bodies and made two mounds of dead.
One was filled with dead bodies of those who followed the upper realm leader, Rolo Aur and the other had only dead bodies of martial masters who belonged to the Bloodfang Kingdom, there were 31 of them.
The werewolf prince went towards them and murmured the same words that he spat earlier.
"Soul Absorption Spell"
White coloured circle occurred, as it covered the two mounds.
As the light became denser, balls of light came out of every dead body. Merged into one and came gradually towards the awaiting Ezra Zephyr.
It was at that time, the same pillars of light came that teleported them from Spirity Bailiwick to Spirity Tower.
But astonishingly, the light only covered the other 14, Ezra was not within the light.
That exception somehow shocked Ezra as well, soon after, all of them vanished, including those who were disqualified. What remained on the coliseum were dead bodies, a gigantic soul ball and the werewolf.
~WHOOOOOOM~
John Stark and the rest were blinded by a strange light when their eyes regained the ability to see. They found themselves in the vast boundaryless place, in front were 8 square rings.
Their eyes travelled through the rings and found a certain individual on the very first ring.
A tall, muscular male in a loincloth, bulging muscles and ancient energy revolving around it, his pitch black eyes were akin to a black hole, he looked a lot like Rolo Aur, his features and dress as well.
He looked at the newcomers with a side-eye for a second. His attitude and behaviour showed that he was not surprised in the least, but as another second passed. His head jerked as he gazed at the newcomers one by one, with each passing figure, his facial expression turned grave.
Until his eyes landed on Reema and Karl, their exhausted and gloomy face told him something that he never wanted to hear.
~SWWOOOOM~
How many seconds does it take for an eyelid to blink, a second? Or maybe half of a second. But it took Carlo less than the time an eyelid takes to blink to reach in front of the duo of the upper realm.
"Huh! How did he!?" Baron was shocked beyond belief.
"That speed!" The Fair Sword of Humanity pondered in complete disbelief.
Akkar Boldheart was bewildered as well as he murmured. "He... he was simply playing with me earlier!" The reality opened the eyes of Battle Maniac as he lowered his head.
Meanwhile, Victor and the rest were simply stunned.
"Where is Rolo?" Three words... he spat only three words and both Reema and Karl started trembling.
"Ca-Carlo... he..." Karl stammered as he fell to his knees.
Mana started to overflow within the vast space, and it became difficult to breathe for everyone, even the host of 7th-grade martial spirits, John and Farrie couldn\'t stop this pressure.
"You, speak. Where is Rolo?" He said as his field of vision turned towards Reema.
"Rolo... Rolo..." her reaction was a lot worse than Karl\'s.
"SPEAK!" Carlo yelled, the spiritual energy from his body was so powerful that everyone was blown away except Reema, that amazing control over the spiritual energy was unheard of within the lower realm.
"HE KILLED ROLO!!! AAAAAAAAAGGH" She screamed, like a bewitched madwoman.
The suffocating pressure ended, and the vast place became extraordinarily calm.
Another word came out of the mouth of the man in a loincloth. "Who?!"
"Huh!"
"I asked who killed him?"
"He... he... that atrocious bastard massacred my Rolo. He tortured him, hi-his jaw was shattered and... and his face was bloodied and torn. *sobs* he was... crying and begging for...death but that coward man brutally took out his soul and martial spirit." Said Reema as she wailed.
His adrenaline spiked, and he looked at other newcomers, after a few moments.
"Where is he? None of them is capable to defeat Rolo." Said he
"He hasn\'t come yet..." Spoke Karl.
Carlo was quiet, there were no threats or swears from his side, just empty black eyes looking at each figure with great focus. As if he wants to ponder about the most brutal method to torment their bodies and soul.
At that very moment, the light pillar came.
~SWOOOOM~
The last and final of 16 arrived, The Atrocious Werewolf Prince made his entrance.
At the sight of Ezra, a strange wave of relief rose inside everyone\'s heart. Except for those who wanted him dead.
"HE IS THE ONE!! CARLO, HE KILLED ROLO!" shouted Reema.
The powerful man in loincloth took a look at Ezra Zephyr. He slowly went towards the prince of werewolves.
"His majesty!"
"Your highness, be careful!"
Yelled Theor and Zulfi at the same time, while Shifa Pista already jumped towards Carlo.
~BZZZZZZ~
A strange force hit Shifa Pista and she was bounced back.
"Scuffle before the start of battle will result in disqualification." Warned the mysterious voice.
Ezra looked at Shifa with a side-eye, telling her to calm down.
Carlo Aur stood half a foot away from Ezra Zephyr, their height was even, but the former was slightly buffed.
"Where are you from?" Asked Carlo.
The werewolf prince knew what he was asking, and he responded. "Greek"
"Martial Spirit?" Another question from Carlo.
"You will figure it out in time." Replied Ezra.
The exchange was rather simple than anyone thought, each of the two powerhouses was talking calmly while holding the urge to kill the other.
"Carlo, it\'s a wolf. A giant black wolf, that\'s his martial spirit." Informed Reema with a sorrowful shout.
"That bitch..." murmured Ezra.
Carlo went into deep thought, his expression slightly changed as if he was told something.
"King of Arcadia, Lycaon, is it?" Uttered Carlo Aur.
Ezra\'s eyes widened, he gazed at the latter in amazement.
Seeing the reaction, Carlo continued. "I received my answer." He turned and moved away.
"Who the fuck is Lycaon, king of Arca- what?" Ezra said to himself.
He was shocked because Carlo didn\'t take the name of Fenrir, however, his shock made Carlo believe that what he said hit the mark.
"Fenrir, who is Lycaon?" He asked the ancient wolf.
The monstrous wolf of Norse chuckled. "Haha, a giant wolf from Greek mythology. He mistook me for Lycaon because you took the name of Greek."
"Tell me about, Lycaon? What kind of wolf is he, same as you or different?"
"There are few with the same powers as me, but none of them is a wolf. Lycaon was once a human." Said Fenrir.
"A human! Who changed him to a wolf?" Ezra became curious.
Fenrir sighed as he spoke. "In Greek mythology, Lycaon was a king of Arcadia who, in the most popular version of the myth, tested Zeus\' omniscience by serving him the roasted flesh of Lycaon\'s own son Nyctimus, in order to see whether Zeus was truly all-knowing.
In return for these gruesome deeds, Zeus transformed Lycaon into a wolf and killed his offspring. At the same time, Nyctimus was restored to life.
I never encountered or fought him, so I don\'t know the rest, he was disliked by Zeus so he was never offered to join them when they attacked my hosts."
Ezra unintentionally raised his eyebrows "Killed his son to test Zeus, what fucking maniac!"
Fenrir continued. "Despite being notorious for his horrific deeds, Lycaon was also remembered as a culture hero, he was believed to have founded the city \'Lycosura\', to have started the tradition of the Lycaean Games, which \'Pausanias\', a greek record writer and geographer blessed by Zeus thinks were older than the \'Panathenaic Games\'. Lycaon dedicated the first temple in the city to Hermes of Cyllene."
"Lycosura! Porntheniac Games! What are they?"
Fenrir sighed again, "You will understand slowly, too much mythical information will numb your mind. And it\'s Panathenaic Games, not Porntheniac Games." Said Fenrir.
Soon, the mysterious voice came again.
"Choose your opponent, no winner shall be decided until one dies and lose the strength to fight.
Select the early rings carefully, each floor has different rewards, and once selected, the ring can not be changed. One more thing to remember blessed martial masters! Surrendering is not an option, the battle will be started in 1 minute, prepare yourself "
These words hit all like arrows, only two people were unflinched, one grinned while the other was calm like a frozen lake.
The words indicated that after entering the ring, one of the two will die, they all looked at each other.