??Chapter 1087: Chapter 186: The Most Evil Villain
Chapter 1087: Chapter 186: The Most Evil Villain
The third and final match of the first round of confrontation, thed “Cloud,” had arrived.
In the second match, due to Luna’s overwhelming victory through Twin Fusion, she had avenged her sister’s loss in the first match.
Now, it was Eugene’s turn to step forward.
At this mont, both the Mad Demon, who was the First Elent, and Father Lysos, embodied as a Mythic Body, were watching the battle with intense seriousness.
This was, after all, the first public appearance of an Elent Body participant outside of the “Elent Ga.”
Everyone was curious to see how Eugene, who typically preferred to skulk and ambush his foes, would fare in a one-on-one arena setting.
Not long after the match began, everyone’s expression changed.
The young Mad Demon revealed a slightly strained smile, murmuring softly, “The transformation in Eugene… it’s so significant… Worthy of being marked by those relics left by the Elder Race. It seems I’ve underestimated you after all.
You must have still been in the developntal stage during the Elent competition.
I would love to fight you again… what an interesting fellow.”
Within the battlefield.
The competition ground, thed “Cloud,” a region belonging to the Holy Level World, was now polluted by Eugene.
The clouds turned green and sprouted eyes,
And a multitude of green Tentacles erged at the edge of the field, secreting a foul-slling fluid that made the tranquil and clear lake viscous, stinking and filthy—reminiscent of a sewer.
As for Eugene, who was notorious for his underhanded tactics, he displayed an entirely different side now—his “battle mode.”
Supported by a ‘base’ made of innurable Eyeballs, he floated mid-air in a seated posture.
The whole scene was imrsed in a bizarre Artistic Conception.
Eugene’s opponent was the strongest mber of the opposing team, a [Silversmith.De] highly specialized in exorcism.
With a Pure Silver Cross as his head,
And his body silver-plated down to the cellular level, resulting in a tallic transformation that made him look sowhat akin to Marvel’s Silver Surfer,
He was considered an exorcism tool in his own right, valued highly by the Golden Saint who believed that he would excel in the ongoing ‘World Erosion’ and secure victory for the Holy Level World, making Demons truly fearful.
However.
The expected exorcism had not achieved its desired effect.
Any silverware thrown at Eugene was sohow distorted from a visual standpoint, failing to strike its target.
As pollution spread throughout the entire arena.
[Silversmith.De] decided to unleash his final move.
Removing his cross-head, he transford it into a massive silver Giant Sword.
Moving with unparalleled speed, he arrived in front of the source of the pollution—Eugene. The true silver Giant Sword burst into a powerful purifying glow and struck down… The silvery blade, imbued with the artisan’s Craft, shattered Eugene’s Eyeball Barrier.
Swoosh!
Unavoidable.
The Giant Sword cleaved Eugene from the top of his head.
Everyone thought it would split him in half, but the blade lodged at his stomach.
However, such a ‘grueso’ scene would seem like a clear victory for the Silversmith to any onlooker… The pure, saintly weapon, plunging into a Demon’s flesh, its re attribute advantage should have been enough to disintegrate the Demon in an instant.
But an anomaly occurred.
Eugene’s bisected flesh billowed smoke as if evaporating.
In truth.
The Holy Sword that entered his body was slowly corroding, green-glowing Eyeballs began to spread on the surface of the blade, infiltrating the body of [Silversmith.De].
Ignoring elental resistances and even reversing the invasion.
This spectacle nearly caused the Saint to stand up straight from his Golden Chair.
At this mont, beneath the Golden Mask was a grimacing face.
“What is this… monster? Even De Alarcon’s silversmithing can’t contain it, being reversely invaded instead… This is no longer within the category of ‘Demonic’ as provided by the Black Tower.
The plague he releases carries an archaic aura.
Such a being must be eradicated! Otherwise, it will threaten our world,” the Golden Saint resolved to execute this abnormality at the conclusion of the match… Eugene’s performance had far exceeded his expectations for a Demon, even instilling in him an inexplicable sense of threat.
Snap!
Silver bodily fluids splattered in all directions.
This unfortunate silversmith had been transford into an Eyeball Group under Eugenes’ command, with his soul imprisoned within.
As Eugenes left the scene, the plague that had spread among the clouds and in the ponds instantly retracted into his body, and everything once again returned to the comfortable and pleasant state of Fairyland.
It wasn’t that the silversmith was too weak—he indeed executed two Demons on the exterior battlefield—it was that Eugenes was too powerful.
In the first round of [The Cloud], Team Eugenes claid victory.
“Is this the power of an Elent Body?”
Han Dong, watching Eugenes slowly walk off the stage, dragging along a clump of silvery eyeballs, had a slight twitch in his facial muscles.
In his mind, Han Dong had already labeled this man as [extrely dangerous].
Black Goat Sally also clenched her teeth in secret; Eugenes’ progress was beyond imagination. If the rankings were redone now… their positions might be swapped.
“Lord Eugenes!”
His sister Luna didn’t care about Eugenes’ filthy appearance and threw herself at him as he stepped off the stage.
It was a mixture of gratitude and admiration for the strong.
She kissed him on the face and then moved to kiss the back of his head, where her sister’s visage once lay.
Eugenes, however, had no interest in this display; slap… a green tentacle instantly knocked Luna flying, as he sat on the ground alone and began studying the silversmith’s silver eyeballs and the craftsman’s life structure.
Instead of getting angry, the struck Luna showed an expression of comfort, quietly crawling behind Eugenes, silently and waiting for the master’s next command.
Father Lysos, who was in charge of the competition, showed no change in expression; such an outco seed to be within his expectations.
“The next match will be based on the the of [Stone] and will feature Christopher…”
“Wait a minute!”
A voice ca from the Golden Chair once again.
“The people I brought over seem to be a bit uncomfortable due to the [World Transfer] and the environntal changes… I hope we can change the order of the matches.
Let’s have the match thed on [Tree] first.”
The second interference.
Considering the impact of this interference was not too significant, and the need for the overall situation, Father Lysos suppressed his irritation, did not oppose, and nodded in agreent.
No matter how the order was changed, the duel was inevitable; it was just a matter of ti.
Just as Father Lysos was about to make concessions again, preparing the team drawn for the Tree the to get ready for the earlier match,
an unexpected change occurred.
Mad Demon Christopher J. Green, who was supposed to be with his teammates, disappeared.
And in the next second, he appeared right in front of the Golden Chair.
Hands in his pockets, he looked down upon the Saint before him.
“Weren’t the rules of the match already set? I was all ready to start the slaughter, then you suddenly change the rules? What the fuck?!”
Ignoring status,
Ignoring the gap in rank,
Driven solely by his feeling of irritability, Mad Demon directly confronted this Golden Saint who was comparable to a Mythic Body.
He lifted his foot, aiming to shatter the other’s Golden Mask.
In the next second.
A wall of gold, which had appeared from nowhere, stood between the two.
His kick, when it t the surface of the wall, set off ripples… and at the sa ti a force carrying the effect of the [Golden Sacred Seal] repelled Mad Demon, sending him flying over twenty ters, his foot torn open and oozing Golden Liquid, the pain unbearable.
Fuming, the young Mad Demon snapped off his entire leg in irritation and threw it away, then took another leg out from his ear canal and attached it to himself.
Just as he was preparing to continue the fight with the Saint,
A hand rested on his shoulder, and the touch of a dark soul instantly pervaded his entire body… and in Green’s hand ford indomitable dark shackles.
“Green, for violating competition discipline, you are sentenced to [hand restraints] until the end of the duels.
Saint, are you satisfied with this punishnt?”
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