Chapter 403: Mont of Glory (1)
Amidst a brilliant flash of light, Roel and William were transported back to Leinster’s colosseum. Both their substitution magic tools had been destroyed, and their fatigued bodies were covered in injuries.
Their return was t with deafening applause and cheers from the crowd.
Regardless of faction or nationality, all spectators rose to their feet and applauded with all their might. The excited cheers only crescendoed with ti. The fight had far surpassed their wildest imagination.
Everything was mind-blowing, from Roel overcoming the limits of his Origin Level with an ancient spell, William’s transformation, to the epic fight between two legendary existences. The revelation of William’s true appearance at the conclusion of the battle added a touch of romance to the fight, leaving many young won swooning.
There was no doubt that this fight would go down in the history of the Challenger Cup, reverentially spoken of even decades from now.
The outco of the battle was amazing too.
Similar to how heroes overca all odds to accomplish the impossible in epics, the final victor of the duel was not the Origin Level 3 William but the Origin Level 4 Roel. This was completely unprecedented. Never in the Challenger Cup had an Origin Level 4 transcendent defeated an Origin Level 3 transcendent in a frontal clash.
All these surprises filled the spectators with respect and admiration for both fighters. The applause refused to fade as ti passed. Even the distinguished guests at the VIP stand, under Antonio’s lead, had started clapping too.
Most of these distinguished guests were powerful transcendents themselves, which allowed them to discern minor technical details that influenced the flow of the battle. The sharp wits and responses from both duelists throughout the battle were educational, such that even the powerful Antonio had so gains from watching the battle.
The commotion spilled out of the colosseum to all over Leinster. Drinkers in taverns raised their mugs and chugged their drinks. Spectators in the city square hugged each other out of sheer excitent. The streets that were empty a second ago suddenly burst into life.
In the colosseum, Roel reined in his frost aura, and William released her blade. The dics rushed onto the field and conducted ergency treatnt for the two of them.
While William had lost the fight, she was still in fairly good condition after Roel had retracted his frost aura from her body. She was severely weakened from overexerting her mana, but she would be fine with so rest.
In comparison, Roel was in a terrible state.
The frost aura produced by Glacier Creator couldn’t hurt Roel, but the slash on his shoulder dealt real damage to him. When the blood crystals defrost and the sword was pulled out, fresh blood spurted out and splattered all around.
The spectators gasped in shock.
Alicia’s eyes turned teary. Charlotte anxiously shot to her feet. Lilian worriedly leaned forward.
However, Roel didn’t pay any heed to his injuries. It wasn’t fatal anyway, so there was nothing to be worried about. Rather, he was more concerned about the side effects setting in too quickly.
Perhaps it was because he had been through too much over the years, but he was exceptionally composed about the situation. The resilience he displayed won him the admiration of the crowd, but the dics weren’t loosening up at all.
They had to ensure that Roel was fit enough to go on stage and receive his prize later on. Their faces were so grave that those who didn’t know better would think that they were trying to resuscitate a dying patient.
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“Stop the blood loss!”
“Stretcher, stretcher!”
Roel was still planning on walking out of the colosseum with his head held up high, but at the horrified insistence of the dic, he could only obediently lie down on the stretcher and let himself be carried off.
It was only after Roel and William stepped off the field that the cheerings and applause slowly died down.
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The colosseum entered an intermission. Perforrs went up on stage to entertain the spectators.
In previous years, if the two finalists didn’t sustain significant injuries, they would be able to proceed to the award presentation ceremony after a quick preparation. However, Roel and William had clearly overexerted themselves in the battle, so they would need ti to recover.
An hour later, the award presentation ceremony finally comnced.
It was because of this ceremony that the hundred challengers who cleared the preliminary round were invited here today.
The top musicians of Leinster started playing a grand lody that stoked everyone’s hot-bloodedness. At the sa ti, magic fireworks rose to the sky and exploded into ribbons.
Under such fanfare, the heavy gates of the colosseum opened.
A red carpet flowed gracefully from the colosseum’s entrance toward the stage. Ard soldiers marched into the colosseum and took their positions along the red carpet.
A war horn sounded.
William was the first one to enter the venue. She was still dressed in full armor; it wasn’t the set that had shattered from the earlier battle but a spare one intended for parades, as shown by its extravagant design.
The crowd warmly welcod her, and she responded to them with a wave of her hand, which stirred another wave of excitent.
Behind her was the second runner-up of the tournant, Lilian. There was a rare smile on her face. She was in a joyous mood from Roel’s victory over William. The spectators from the Austine Empire and Saint Freya Academy felt their hearts skipping a beat, for they had never seen such an expression on Lilian before.
Following that, Teresa, Charlotte, Kurt, Juliana, and Edward, the top eight of the tournant, entered the colosseum, leading the remaining hundred challengers behind them.
Brittany, Selina, Stuart, Glint, Geralt, Paul…
All of the challengers who had spilled their blood, sweat, and tears in the tournant stepped into the crowd’s view, and they were t with warm applause.
Those who had watched the previous few tournants of the Challenger Cup, especially Leinster’s locals, knew deep well that this year’s tournant far surpassed the previous few, be it in terms of the challengers’ strength or quality of fights.
The greatest difference stemd from the participation of the youths from the Knight Kingdom, who had brought many surprises to the crowd.
Those who had traveled here from afar to watch this tournant were satisfied. They already knew that they would be bragging to others about how they had witnessed the rise of Sia Continent’s future powerhouses.
The hundred challengers walked to the area beneath the stage and stood at attention. Representatives from prestigious Scholar Factions and the upper echelons of the Leinster’s academies stepped forward and presented them with honorary dals.
Over a hundred cannons were fired simultaneously, filling the sky with ribbons once more.
The drums started rolling at this mont of glory, a black-haired man and a white-haired elder appeared on the highest stage in the colosseum together.
Most of Roel’s injuries had recovered after the ergency treatnt, but it was impossible to replenish his lost blood and depleted mana right away. Antonio noticed his pale complexion and cast a few recovery spells on him, which helped a little.
After that, Antonio turned to the crowd and began his speech.
“The Challenger Cup is a festival organized for the youths of our Sia Continent. It’s a stage for our youths to showcase their talents and prove their worth. I’m honored to have witnessed this exciting tournant with the rest of you seated here.
“I’m sure most of you would agree with when I say that this tournant is different from that of previous years. Due to several considerations, the organizing committee decided to lower the age restriction and allow the participation of First Grade students. We were deeply worried when we first made this decision, but I can proudly say now that we have made the right call.
“The relaxation of the restrictions has raised the standards of the tournant, bringing about a peak for the Challenger Cup. Today, I’m honored to present the champion trophy to the youngest ever winner of the Challenger Cup.
“I hereby declare the champion of the 56th Challenger Cup… Roel Ascart!”
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