It could sound pretentious, but in truth, Zaroth was thankful for the emperor. He was thankful that he was able to take part in the tournant.
The world was a vast place, after all. There were billions of different people all around the world, each with their own distinct powers and styles.
If Zaroth wanted to gain more battle experience, his only option was to go out and find people that were willing to fight him.
This could not only prove troubleso to do, but it was also dangerous as well. One could never know if the person in front of him was actually amazingly powerful and was just hiding their own strength.
But here? The chances of dying were minimal, as there were observers ready to stop the fight if it got too heated, and there were healers on standby in case of ergencies.
So Zaroth could just fight, forget about everything else, and give it his all. With each fight, he was gaining experience, learning new ways to counter his opponents, and discovering where his weak and strong points were.
This was important, as he desired strength, and the most efficient way to gain it was by participating in real battles with risk involved. If one wanted to grow, they couldn't remain comfortable for too long.
Discomfort, even if it was unpleasant in the mont, would benefit him trendously in the long run.
So he was thankful to the emperor for organizing the tournant. Zaroth had no doubt the man had ill intentions, but that didn't matter as long as he benefited from it.
The first one to reach Zaroth's opponent was Silverfang, opening his massive jaws with two sets of teeth and was about to bite.
The man in turn made the liquid that was around his body flow to his right hand, and just before Silverfang's fangs were about to sink into his flesh, the liquid tal hardened and stopped the wolf.
At the sa ti, part of the liquid tal shot forward like a spear, piercing Silverfang's head before retracting back to its original position
Contrary to his expectations, the wolf didn't try to dodge as it took the hit to its head.
The beast should have died right then and there, but it stubbornly kept its jaws closed on the man's right hand.
With a frown, he saw that a black panther was seconds away from reaching him, and behind the beast was a terribly huge spider that shook the ground with each step it took.
These were obviously Rare-tier beasts, and it would be bad if he was surrounded by all three, as he could easily be overwheld.
With a curse, the man moved his right hand, managing to break free from the wolf's bite. He then commanded the liquid to coat around his feet and slid backward, almost like he was on ice.
It seed that the man was able to use tal not only for offensive purposes but also for transportation.
His eyes shined as he commanded part of the tal to strike again, just like last ti, and directed the attacks toward the approaching beasts.
Nightshade dodged the attack elegantly and continued her charge as if nothing had happened.
Silverfang moved his jaws and caught the shard in his mouth.
And Hellweaver didn't slow down at all, the tal shard hit the spider's exoskeleton and bounced off.
Before the man could even co up with a plan, he was assaulted by three fireballs that had been thrown toward him.
Managing to command the tal in ti, he made a wall that blocked the fireballs. And once blocked, he tried to hit Zaroth with his tal attacks.
Unfortunately, not a single one of the attacks hit its mark, as Zaroth was surrounded by his four unnad wolves, and the beasts jumped toward the attacks, stopping them with their bodies, protecting their master.
"Fuck!" the man cursed.
It seed that he wasn't able to harm Zaroth, but Zaroth couldn't harm him either, as long as he was still protected by the tal.
In other words, that was going to be a fight until one of their mana cores went empty.
And the man didn't like that, as his powers took too much mana out of him.
He knew his mana core would most likely go empty before his opponent's, so he was left with no other choice but to attack.
While he was protected by the tal, Zaroth was protected by his beasts, aning that if he managed to get rid of them, he could defeat Zaroth before his mana core went empty.
"I really hate fighting like this," the man muttered, and then commanded all the tal around him to move.
A second later, he was surrounded by a ball of tal with spikes on it.
The man commanded the ball to move toward Zaroth as fast as possible.
One would think that a ball with spikes would move slowly, but that wasn't the case, as its movents were so fast that it managed to move past Silverfang and Nightshade before they could do anything about it.
Hellweaver was a bit further from the spot, so this gave the spider ti to react.
It managed to position itself between the ball of steel and its master.
Charging with all its might, it collided with the ball.
A powerful shockwave was heard all around the arena as the exoskeleton of the spider collided with the tal ball.
The spikes on the ball managed to pierce part of the spider's exoskeleton, but ignoring the pain like it wasn't even there, Hellweaver opened its jaws and caught one of the spikes in its might.
A second later, the spider managed to rip it off.
The man sensed that his mont had been stopped, so he dispelled the ball.
Before the spider realized what had happened, the man slipped beneath its massive body.
A twisted smile appeared on the man's face as he charged full force toward Zaroth.
His powerful beasts were too far away to help now, and he was left with only his four weak beasts close to him.
Commanding the tal around him to turn into a massive sword, the man slashed toward the closest wolf.
He also created a few tal shards and sent them toward the others.
With a curse, Zaroth took a step back as he opened his mouth and let out a firebreath.
His opponent managed to sense it just in ti, so he stopped it by creating a wall of tal.
Once the firebreath dissipated, the man charged at Zaroth, ignoring his beasts as best as he could.
He was close, but he had to be very careful. While he had managed to close the distance as much as possible, he had burned a lot of mana to get so far, and as a result, most of his mana was depleted.
So he had to finish the fight as soon as possible.
Stopping an arm's length away from Zaroth, he readied to slash at his target, intending to end the fight with a single attack.
That was before Zaroth's eyes shined, and a twisted smile appeared on his face.
Zaroth next actions weren't anticipated by his opponent.
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