CHAPTER 198: DON’T YOU DARE!

Leon gazed down at Malverick’s pathetic self, and he was struck by the echoing sound of applause from above; it was music to his ears.

He didn’t even turn his face to look at the source of this applause in the silence that had enveloped the whole arena like a plague.

The air hung thick, heavy with the iron scent of blood and crushed mana. Even the wind dared not stir.

Oh, he detected something.

Without even turning his eyes to look at the source of the attack, he could see it coming from miles away with his spatial awareness. The ripples in space around him shivered. To Leon, the trajectory of the blade was as obvious as a falling leaf in still water.

He didn’t even move as the attack was too weak. He would deal with it once it got closer to him.

Swoom!

The weird sound was heard as he turned around to see how the announcer had dismantled the attack; the sword, made out of water, was aiming at his neck. A low hum followed his gesture, and the water blade dissolved into mist, droplets hissing as they touched the arena floor, with just the waves of the announcer’s hand.

Interesting... I didn’t realize that this man was using his affinity to make his voice heard throughout the entire arena. I had assumed it was just his voice enhanced by mana.

Sound Element.

"Young man! I am giving you one and only last warning. Let my son Malverick go, and I will let it be, or else the consequences of your actions would be dire for you and those you care about."

Duke Arselin’s gaze was cold, and his voice completely threatening. The moment the young monster had cut his son’s tongue off, he didn’t even know how, which terrified even him a little.

A level 10 apprentice rank master.

Cutting his son’s tongue and not letting him surrender meant this young monster was thinking of playing with his son, which he wouldn’t tolerate. There was even a possibility that this madman would kill his precious son.

He couldn’t take any chances, and this would be his one and only warning. Even if he was bound by the rules of the Academy, that didn’t mean he couldn’t do anything. Once out of the match, he would kill this brat.

As he couldn’t tolerate his son getting mute and tortured in such a way, for now, he just had to make him surrender somehow, or else this would be bad, as his son’s life was much more precious than his own, which he would take soon.

The threat was the thing he had assumed would work, as he wasn’t requesting anything from a commoner like him.

Leon heard the threat of Duke Arselin, Malverick’s father. He had no intention of ever going easy, and the fact that he had outright attacked him first despite the weak attack had already made him not want to pay any attention to what he said.

And the threat of his—after he was done with the crown prince of theirs, he would be getting an answer from Duke Arselin. Let’s see how much courage he has left, then.

Not even paying any heed to his words, he looked at Malverick, who was wriggling in front of him on the ground.

The audience was holding their breath waiting for Leon’s reply. Still, the way he just turned around without answering Duke Arselin, as if nothing, made them swallow their breath.

They were here for the competition, but now it was getting out of hand. Yet no one said anything, as everyone knew that getting into the business of nobles meant they could die without even knowing the reason.

This was the reason the cheers and taunts were usually silent when a high-ranking noble was in the arena. They never knew—an angry noble might kill anyone from the crowd after their humiliating defeat. Not everyone was like that, but it had happened many times before.

Leon’s blatant disrespect made them feel quite giddy, yet no one cheered for him. Only silence ensued.

Phillips, who had just blocked the attack from Duke Arselin, couldn’t let things go on like this. It would be a disaster for young Leon, whom he thought was a talent worth investing in.

His voice lost all its previous professionalism, and now it was like talking to a child.

"Young man, I think you should rethink before continuing what you are about to do. You might regret this later on..." Phillips said.

But on the top floor of the arena, two people knew there was going to be chaos in here from now on. It would be a disaster not for the young boy but for the kingdom of Shampain, which seemed to be targeting him and the young lady, who was also no joke compared to everyone present here.

She was the strongest one here, leaving aside the young man who had space affinity—a freaking monster in the disguise of an eighteen-year-old boy.

She knew he was the same abnormally strong thief she had caught before.

But Aurelia wouldn’t let a massacre happen in her presence. Getting his revenge was fine, but if he went too far, she would interfere. She couldn’t overlook it when she was here, especially when little Saintless was here. She had to leave a good example for her.

Loriel had a soft heart, and Aurelia knew it. The way she was looking at her right now, expecting her to stop this match, which she thought was too much. But she wasn’t going to, as you had to be brutal to survive, and she wanted her to learn this.

The young boy was not doing anything wrong in her books, as he seemed to have an animosity toward this duke’s son. It didn’t matter to her who was right and who was wrong. She had no interest in such things. If they had enough animosity to try to kill each other, then they could very well settle it themselves.

Killing the duke’s son was something she would praise if the young monster did that, or else she would be disappointed in him.

Either way, she would recruit him for her church.

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Leon, hearing Phillips’ words, could feel he didn’t mean any harm and wanted the best for him, as to them it looked like he was giving up his life for revenge. But no one could stop him today.

Only because of his tone did he answer Phillips.

"I know what I am doing, so don’t interfere from now on," yet his voice was sharp, as if to say that if he interfered, he wouldn’t be as polite.

Phillips, hearing Leon’s words, backed off from the arena and let him be. It was a pity he would lose a talent today, but there was nothing he could do about it now.

Leon stretched out his hand in front of Malverick. His hand moved like the blade of an executioner—slow, precise, inevitable.

Seeing this, Malverick, with his broken body, started frantically throwing himself around and screaming. At the same time, his eyes locked onto his father, who was on the edge of the top floor.

Malverick was sobbing.

"Faa...errr... ssshaa...vvv...meee...!"

Boom!

In response to his son’s plea, the duke shouted with all his might and leaped down, as it seemed to him that Leon was going for the kill, and he wouldn’t let it happen.

"DON’T YOU FUCKING DAREEEE!!!"