"Is something wrong Wisse?"
While the guest on the elevation stared at Jason in shock, the medics were observing the young man in the center of the arena, trying to assess whether he was fine or not.
Even after a few minutes had passed, Jason showed no signs of moving or getting up. The higher-ups were getting impatient and didn't want to wait any longer.
As such, they planned to carry him away to continue preparing for the first combat round of the liberation tournament.
However, at that moment Wisse jumped up from his seat, almost tearing it out of the podium it was built in.
His lengthy red tail that had a few sky blue scales, shone lightly as it swished in excitement.
"Tell them to take a break until this young man finishes his comprehension!!" Though he spoke in a low voice, Old Sadran could gauge from his tone that it was not a request, but more of an order.
As such, he followed the order and told the Olympus federation's representative to stop his people from disturbing Jason and instead announce a short break.
The old dragonewt could only look at Old Sadran for a moment before his gaze averted to the young man who stood next to him.
His eyes glimmered with a trace of fear and reverence before he used voice transmission to instruct the medic team at the ground to stop paying attention to Jason.
At the same time, he cleared his throat and amplified it by mana in order to gain everyone's attention.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64ce79d606107d003c23ea27", id: "pf-5140-1"})"We will take a short break to let the participants recover and enter their peak state. The first combat round will start in...one...no two hours from now!"
Two hours should be more than enough in the old dragonewts opinion, however, the piercing gaze of the young man's yellow snake-like eyes caused him to shiver.
'This time, they have sent an extremely terrifying one...'
Most citizens of the Olympus federation were not aware of this, but there was a particular tradition to be followed every time the liberation tournament was held.
There was always one of the descendants, disciples, or representatives of a certain race, the Olympus federation's ancestors were said to have been rescued in the past.
At least, that's what the higher-ups knew about.
They were too young to know the entire truth, but the oldest beings of the Olympus federation knew about the fairy tales their parents had told them about before the catastrophic conquest had begun.
It had been the culprit in separating most families due to their high difference in cultivation base that prevented them from fleeing through the same world bridge!
Only the young and weak had been forced to immigrate to Argos, while the vast majority of most races the Olympus federation consisted of, had either been killed or found shelter in a different world they had been able to retreat to.
Yet, when the young and weak beings of the Olympus federation had appeared on Argos, they had almost been killed by a ferocious beast.
It had been a ruthless beast that roamed through the surrounding areas, pouncing on anything that dared to venture into his territory. Luckily, the weaklings had been rescued by a young human-like being that had more blood of a dragon than any dragonewt had ever seen.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64cc9e79c7059f003e4ad4b0", id: "pf-5109-1"})In fact, the being that had saved them was a young dragon that was able to transform into a seemingly human form.
This dragon had helped them to recuperate from their losses and build the basic foundation of the entire Olympus federation and achieve its present day glory.
Nobody had been able to figure out why the dragon had helped them, and she vanished with the words that someone would return every 10 years and that she would repay the debt she owed!
Since then, centuries had passed and every dragonoid, which was how the race called themselves, visited them at the exact time the woman had told them.
If they were to know that the woman that had rescued them had only been a newborn dragon that had just hatched a few days ago, the Olympus federation would have been utterly dumbfounded and confused.
Fortunately, nothing about that had been mentioned, and the female dragon's debt was something nobody had ever heard about.
It was her own personal secret, but also something she couldn't pay alone as she had been unable to enter Argos with her cultivation that rose rapidly.
Since then, various dragonoids had appeared on Argos, one every ten years, but this time it was an anomaly for an existence like Wisse to appear.
He was a cut above the rest, and the sheer might sealed within him was more than enough to defeat the three Overlords of Argos without any issues.
Yet, what nobody knew was that even such a terrific existence had to pay attention to its cultivation as the foundation was what mattered the most.
Certain races were born with a distinct foundation, allowing them to increase their strength rapidly.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "663633fa8ebf7442f0652b33", id: "pf-8817-1"})Dragons with a distinct and pure bloodline were one of such rare breeds, allowing them to reach the Ascendion stage in their first few years after being born.
Wisse's master was one of the extreme examples as she was the strongest being he had ever encountered.
However, even then, the young man in the center of the arena, who was said to be a halfling, caused Wisse's scales to crawl upwards!
'He doesn't even release any mana, let alone his aura and yet he can radiate a chaos attributed pressure...how?!?'
Wisse was not a pureblooded dragon like his master which raised numerous obstacles in front of him as he had to cope with repulsive energies of the ice and fire affinity.
Thus he was forced to cultivate with a particular technique that slowly altered his cultivation veins as well as his physique to accept both the extremely strong affinities he had inherited.
This may have taken a long time as he was already 20 years old and just about to enter the 2nd threshold of the Prismar stage, yet what he witnessed in front of him, made him forget everything about his slow cultivation speed.
His eyes were fixated on Jason, trying to comprehend who, or rather what kind of existence he was because the chaos attribute was not something even his master could handle in the beginning, despite being born and nurtured by it!
It had taken her a long time, yet what Wisse witnessed was something unexpected, yet oddly exciting!
'I have to tell my master about it...immediately!!'
With that in mind, Wisse disappeared from his position as he rushed out of the colosseum, only to fly further away as huge dragon wings sprouted out of his back.
They were fiery red and intertwined with the sky blue color of his mother, a dragonoid with a dense ice-dragon bloodline.
A single flap of his huge wings was enough to propel him in the air before he disappeared from everyone's sight, only to take out some sort of device nobody on Argos had ever seen before.
It was a complex version of the messenger crystal everyone was using and could be compared to a technologically advanced quantum bracelet.
This made it possible for him to message his master, who was countless lightyears away from Wisse's current location.
Upon activating it, numerous runes began to manifest around the device, and it was only some time later that a faint signal had reached his master, who had answered in confusion.
"Wisse, why are you messaging me? Did something happen on Argos? Don't tell me the Olympus federation has been annihilated…no that shouldn't have happened, otherwise, I would have noticed it!
Is it about the divine aura I sensed on Argos some time ago?....Hello, Wisse? Are you still there?"
Wisse had taken some time to think about what he should respond while waiting for his master to finish speaking.
"There is nothing wrong with Argos, but I found something, or rather someone you might be interested in!"
Unaware of the aftermath the revelation brought, Wisse explained everything to his master as quickly as possible, only to hear utter silence from the other side the moment he had finished his words.
Minutes passed and not even the slightest noise could be heard. Wisse grew worried and wanted to ask his master whether everything was fine with her or not.
He was about to speak when his ears picked a barely audible whisper.
"Such a being is on Argos? How is that possible...even I could only stay on Argos because I had barely been born at that time, and you're unable to unseal your power because you ca-….WAIT!!!"
