"Impossible... how!" one youngster muttered as he watched the others fall one after the other. He raised his sword, desperately attempting to block an attack, only to be pierced by three phantom daggers mid-motion.
Within seconds, the valley was littered with corpses that slowly disintegrated into showers of sparks.
"Have rcy on us!" The remaining fighters took a step back, trembling in fear as the myriad of blood weapons continued to hover in the air. The two strongest people, Helen and the bulky youth, had already been eliminated—there was certainly no chance of surviving this. The best they could do was surrender.
Thud! Thud!
One by one, they started to drop their weapons on the ground, slowly going to their knees and banging their heads on the ground while pleading.
"Spare us! We were wrong! Please have rcy!"
They pleaded in unison as blood slid down from their temples due to repeatedly pounding their heads against the ground, hoping to earn even the slightest bit of forgiveness.
Seeing Nox delay, they thought the pleadings weren't enough and banged their heads even harder, their faces bloody.
Nyx, Wendy, Rab, and Cole stared at this scene with myriad emotions. There were wide smiles on their faces. Though they were not the ones who had completely dominated the tournant, they felt a sense of pride swirling in their hearts—after all, it was one of their own. They couldn't help but imagine the proud faces of the Cromwell citizens in the Barony and Duchy!
Right now, Nox wasn't just fighting for himself; he was representing the entire barony.
Just as they predicted, there was an uproar throughout the western region. This was even more true in the Armstrong Duchy. Although the Armstrong citizens were the majority since this was their ho, they had shrunk considerably in presence because the Cromwells couldn't stop shouting.
The other towns had already lost all hope, looking at the Cromwells with envious gleams in their eyes, imagining how prosperous the Cromwells would be in the near future.
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Back inside the mysterious realm...
"You guys..." Nox was at a loss for words as he saw the expressions of the Awakened and silently thought to himself, Did these guys forget that they wouldn't really die?
Had his little display traumatized them so much that they forgot sothing this crucial?
"If I don't kill you guys, how will I win the tournant? Or did you expect to forfeit?"
"We didn't an it like that," one of them spoke up. In every situation, there was always soone who would step up to take the mantle of leadership. In this case, it was a beautiful girl with gray hair and piercing orange eyes.
The gray-haired girl was originally from Helen's team. She pointed at a blood spear that was stabbed into the ground—the sa weapon that had killed Helen. The girl stuttered in a barely audible voice, "We'd really appreciate it if you kill us like Helen."
"Like Helen?" Nox asked, then added in a cold, dark tone, "If any of you had even a tiny amount of the courage she possessed, I'd have spared you."
Hearing his cold words, the gray-haired girl slowly rose to her feet and held her sword, a flicker of defiance in her features.
Nox looked at her with bored indifference, not buying her tactics at all. She was trying to appear courageous, but he noticed her trembling hands. He felt slightly disgusted by this and flicked his wrist. The shimring runes pulsed even more fiercely, the swirling weapons intensifying, electrifying the air.
Seeing the gray-haired girl's tactics, the remaining weakened fighters tried to copy her. However, the death they received was anything but painless, as the weapons descended the next mont.
The youngsters' eyes flashed with horror, but it was too late. The crimson storm whipped through them all in one devastating strike.
Nox waved his hand again, and all the blood weapons coalesced into several crimson tendrils, which floated into the runic pattern still glowing faintly in the air. As the tendrils entered the symbols, Nyx, Rab, Wendy, and Cole witnessed several white sparks fill the air, drifting into the distance.
Just then, rain started to pelt down, as if to cleanse the world of any trace of Nox's massacre. Silence filled the valley, which had been noisy just monts ago. The only sound was the calming patter of rain hitting the ground.
Wendy extended her hand, touched the rain, and couldn't help but whisper with a twinkle in her eyes, "I know this is out of place, but... this scene is beautiful. I wish we could stay here a little longer."
"True. What's even funnier is that they used to be humans," Rab comnted from the side, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon at the white sparks slowly drifting away.
"So... does this an we won the tournant?" Cole, who had remained silent all this while, spoke up, his voice laced with incredulity.
Nox, who had landed back on his feet and closed the runic symbol, frowned as he caught snippets of the others' conversation. Why were they speaking as if the tournant was already over?
"It seems you guys are forgetting soone," he said. "We still haven't beaten Hendrix, rember?"
When the others heard Nox, they imdiately went silent and exchanged glances. They were all contemplating how to tell Nox that Hendrix had already been killed by Helen earlier.
They knew how Nox had trained for years just for this mont. They didn't know how he would feel if they told him that Hendrix was already dead.
"What is it?" Nox asked, sensing sothing was wrong. His voice carried a hint of concern.
Nyx took a deep breath. Though it hurt her as well, she decided it was best to tell Nox and get it over with.
As she turned to speak, however, her eyes widened in shock. Soone was standing behind Nox, and her heart rate sped up.
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