As Vesyrn charged at the golden tree, the latter used its aerial roots and branches to strike its target.
However, Vesyrn managed to dodge every attack of it and reached it before piercing its trunk with all of his strength.
As soon as it was touched by the bone sword erupted from Vesyrn's palm, the sword disappeared into the trunk and the process of decay started because of the corruption.
The healing ability of the tree tried to recover its lost part but Vesyrn didn't intend to give it such a chance.
He continuously attacked the golden tree on its trunk with bones erupting from him one after another, increasing the process of decay.
Within a couple of minutes, the entire tree disappeared into nothingness, leaving a great impression on every spectator.
Once he was done with his task, claps escaped from his opponent followed by praise.
*Clap *Clap* *clap* clap*
Applauding his successor, Qridus Garcia let out a smile, "Very good… Of all the 8-star-realm Arcana Masters that I have battled with, you are the only one who managed to achieve this feat, and that too, in such a small amount of ti. However, this spar is yet to be finished."
Vesyrn nodded seriously, "I know…"
He stomped onto the ground below him and jumped toward the monarch.
As Qridus swiftly dodged the attack, Vesyrn went past him and flew for another hundred ters high before skeletal wings sprouted from his back and he descended at a greater speed.
Once he reached the altitude where Qridus was floating around and watching him, Vesyrn started throwing swords and daggers made of bone one after another.
Qridus evaded every attack with ease but for the spectators, all they saw were skeletal bones flying everywhere.
Only legendary realm experts managed to enjoy the battle to their heart content. And those above 6-star like Izora and Avia could only see blurry figures.
Perhaps, the only exception was Azzy. With his Eyes of God soul skill, everything appeared to be in slow motion. He could see both of their movents quite clearly.
Ten minutes passed away and Vesyrn's movents finally ca to halt with his strength returned to normal.
Everyone saw Vesyrn panting in deep breaths and Qridus was simply floating a few feet away from the clan heir with his hands behind him. He had a frown on his face, clearly indicating that he isn't pleased.
Looking at his successor, Qridus spoke coldly, "What are you doing, Vesyrn? After going into a coma for a decade, did you forget my teachings?"
The clan mbers didn't understand why their monarch was scolding the clan heir. Didn't he praise when the golden tree was destroyed? What might have happened that made their monarch unhappy?
Not only were the normal clan mbers, but even the clan leaders were also under a similar impression.
They saw how Vesyrn forced Qridus to use his full strength to evade the attacks.
In their eyes, he was already the winner.
Hence, they were also surprised like everyone else. Did Qridus have more expectations of Vesyrn or sothing? They couldn't help wonder as an afterthought.
On the other hand, Vesyrn was quite calm. He didn't give a reply to his ancestor. Instead, he summoned the soul card where the image of the undead dragon is grey in color, aning its status is dead and needs ti to resurrect.
Qridus Garcia got confused by his successor's actions. "What were you doing?" He asked. After a brief pause, he added, "If you want to use the resurrection card to bring back your Arcana, I must remind you that the rules of earlier battle are still in place."
Sacrificial soul skill might have increased Vesyrn's power but it costs the death of the dracolich.
Qridus, who had the knowledge of every Arcana registered in the Book of Death, very well knows that Vesyrn's Arcana spirit is dead. It is also one of the reasons why he was mad at his successor.
Little did expect to hear that his conclusion was completely wrong.
As Qridus showcased his displeasure, Vesyrn didn't speak anything just like how he was silent during his battle with Prince Velez.
He poured his soul energy into the soul card and mumbled, "Restore".
All of a sudden, the image of the card changed and the soul card glowed.
Qridus' eyes widened in realization, "Your inborn ability. Your restoration should only restore your stamina and soul power. It used to be a diocre inborn ability. I didn't think that you can even restore the state of your soul card. You have broken through limits, haven't you?"
Without confirming or denying it, Vesyrn let out a smile and proceeded to summon the undead dragon.
As soon as the undead dragon made its appearance, Vesyrn unleashed a soul skill.
Surprisingly, this soul skill isn't a new one. Instead, it is a repetition of the previous one, Sacrificial.
Vesyrn's inborn ability sohow reset the cooldown tir of the soul skill as well as his soul power. With his stamina being restored, he was at his peak state.
But, what are his limits? A thought appeared in Qridus' mind.
Five hours later;
"Soul skill: Sacrificial"
Brandishing the bone sword like a whip, Vesyrn looked at the old man who was sweating from top to bottom. He asked, "Is it enough, your grace?"
"You have made your point, Vesyrn," replied the old man. He further said, "You have made your diocre inborn ability into sothing astonishing. I give you that. However, you have yet to land a hit on . As I have ntioned a while ago, if you are facing a supre being like , then, you will lose miserably."
"In that case, please lift the restrictions on this battle for ." Vesyrn pointed out that he will resort to using all the trump cards in the real-case scenario.
But, in the eyes of Qridus, the dependence on skill cards or any other external object is a sign of weakness. They should only be used in case of ergencies.
And ergencies an that one is incapable of resolving the problem on his own.
That is why he was hell-bent on not letting Vesyrn use them in this battle. But then again, they have sparred for a long ti. They started in the morning and it is already past noon. The people couldn't leave their seats and go for lunch because of the identities of Vesyrn and Qridus.
Not to ntion, this wasn't the first ti Vesyrn requested him to lift the restrictions.
Qridus understood that very well. Hence, he decided to give so leeway to his successor.
Raising his index finger, he said in a firm tone, "you may use one consumable card of any type, including the ones I gave you for your protection."
Vesyrn nodded with a smile, "thank you." He took out a card from his pocket as if he was already prepared to use it beforehand and was just waiting for his ancestor's permission.
The skill card was dark blue in color and made of Mythril tal. It has only eight golden stars, indicating its peak-rank-8 power but for so reason, Vesyrn was quite confident.
As Qridus and the sub-clan leaders wondered what the card was going to be, Vesyrn threw the card toward the ground instead of his opponent.
The skill card cut through the air like lightning and pierced the ground.
And just as it disappears into the ground, all the bones that are scattered on the field suddenly glowed.
A giant circle resembling a seal made its appearance in front of everyone. And in the next second, a pitch-black-colored sli-like creature slowly raised from the ground.
Qridus' expression changed as his eyes fell on the creature.
"I must say your father is quite the genius. Even I didn't expect him to create the Protos being, although an impure and weak one," comnted the Reaper. After a brief pause, he added, "surely, as the holder of Protos energy, your mother's contribution shouldn't be ignored."
"Protos Being?" Azzy heard of those beings from the Reaper but never asked for the details cuz he felt there is no use. After all, he cannot control it and neither the Reaper taught him how to do it.
Now, after hearing the Reaper's comnt, he couldn't help but beco curious. "Is that creature really amazing?"
Before the Reaper even answered, the sli-like creature grew a thousand tis bigger and opened its mouth, trying to swallow Qridus. Azzy's attention was shifted to the arena.
anwhile, Qridus had a deep frown on his face as he stared at the giant sli. "The corrupted cosmic energy of Aelius Crescent?"
He raised his staff without wasting any ti.
"Hidden skill: The heavenly dragon"
The staff in the hands of the old man transford into specks of light before they took the shape of a whiskered dragon without any limbs or wings. He motioned his hand. "Go..."
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