Even without using any mana to circulate through his body or the exertion of a single martial art technique, his strength rivaled that of an average being at the peak of the 8th Lique stage.
This was an amazing feat, but instead of doing exactly the things he was supposed to do, like using a martial art technique to defend himself against the young Klarir who had already neared him, Jason simply stared at him.
His bright and glowing golden eyes were fully trained on his opponent as he spoke in a faint voice.
"Back off!"
At that moment, Jason released the race specific weakening curse in order to decrease the Klarir's combat prowess, distracting him for a moment only to initiate the second wave of attacks.
As such, he released the petrification curse through the Emperor Eyes, only to further paralyze the Klarir in his place before Jason used the last step of his three-layered attack by utilizing the remaining mana he had stored within his mana core.
The abyssal ability of his mana eyes had been released at once, sweeping through the Klarir who had barely been able to keep himself from panicking!
The poor Klarir was caught off guard, and fell right into Jason's trap, sealing the Klarir into a prison of endless darkness.
Trying to understand where he was, the Klarir looked around but it was like he had been transported to an eternal void of nothing save empty darkness.
That eerily silent darkness made a chill run down his spine while time continued to run ceaselessly, brushing past the imprisoned.
He was alone and helpless, trapped in that suffocating space. At least he assumed so, only for an unfathomable being to manifest at the end of the horizon, radiating an ominous, and horrifying aura, paralyzing the poor Klarir with numbing fear.
This was something that happened every single time Jason used his abyssal ability.
However, this time something was different than usual! There was no escape, and the gigantic being's grasps enveloped the young Klarir.
The form of the gigantic being was revealed, yet, it changed every moment making it impossible for the Klarir to make sense of anything at all.
A few seconds passed and Jason was already fully prepared to punch the young Klarir out of the arena, only to notice that something was wrong.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64ce79d606107d003c23ea27", id: "pf-5140-1"})The Klarir's mana had begun to recede and everything crumbled in front of him as his eyes turned pitch-black just like the endless darkness his mind had entered.
"Fuck...I overdid it!" Jason exclaimed in a voice loud enough to resound through the entire colosseum.
He was not sure what was going on, but it was definitely something bad, and Jason could only turn towards the medics as he shouted.
"He needs help!!" The last thing Jason wanted was to let the young Klarir die, but the medic team didn't move a single inch.
Instead, they looked at the Olympus federation's representative who seemed to be unbothered.
"If you call for the medics it will be your loss!" That was the answer Jason received, and he couldn't help but frown and was about to curse at this stupid rule as he looked at the young Klarir.
Approaching him, he touched him lightly with his hand.
Based on what his Emperor Eyes perceived and what he sensed about the Klarir's body, his mind was currently sealed in a separate space, leaving his body alone.
This was something that had never happened before so Jason was clueless as to what could be the reason for the sudden occurrence or how to pull the Klarir out of that zone.
'Nothing about me changed, did it?'
Jason tried to think of the solution as he remembered something he had heard from the Livestream about the liberation tournament he had looked at with Jarid's Hologra!
[Is that a Chaos attributed oppression?]
Even though Jason was not sure who was the owner of that voice, it was evident that the speaker had been astonished.
Despite having barely been able to hear it, Jason could tell that it was something from a higher up, or even the guest who was looking at him with a glint of interest.
Jason knew that he had to figure out what had gone wrong, or rather what had changed.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64cc9e79c7059f003e4ad4b0", id: "pf-5109-1"})As such, he decided to not use the Abyssal ability again, at least not with the vast majority of his mana!
Instead, he would have to choose his other trumps to overwhelm strong opponents.
There were more than enough weapons in his arsenal Jason could choose from after all.
Nevertheless, as of now, he had to fix something.
Touching the Klarir he activated his stigma that glowed lightly before releasing the Celestia aura.
The stigma and the aura merged together while Jason could only try to infiltrate the young Klarir with it.
He tried his best to break the shallow membrane that enveloped the Klarir's mind, preventing it from returning to the dark place he was caught at.
Even though Jason could have thrown the young Klarir out of the arena, it was as if he could feel that the others wouldn't be able to help.
There was only the dragon who might know a solution to the problem that had just occurred, but Jason could tell that the guest was not inclined to help either way.
This was only something Jason could assume from the way the dragon looked at him instead of the Klarir.
He had only thrown a single glance at the Klarir before his gaze had returned to Jason with the glint of interest intensifying several times.
Because of that Jason knew that the dragon-like existence could help, but simply chose not to for reasons unknown to him.
Meanwhile, the Olympus federation's representative was bombarded by several Klarirs who requested for the battle to be ended.
Yet, instead of doing anything, the dragonewt remained silent, turning a blind eye to the complaints and pleadings as if they didn't exist, in the first place.
He was simply following the rules which made him recall a certain painful scenario which he voiced out.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "663633fa8ebf7442f0652b33", id: "pf-8817-1"})"Did you guys forget what happened in the liberation tournament 50 years ago? If not, let me help you recall it.
Your prodigy killed a dragonewt who had already been lying on the ground, incapable to continue fighting, but the fight continued. Why? Because of the tournament's rules!!
The dragonewt was unable to lose his consciousness and the Klarir prodigy didn't even think about throwing him out of the arena, ending the battle!
As such, we will follow the rules, UNDERSTOOD?"
When the old man belonging to the Klarir race heard this, they recalled the incident that had almost caused a civil war to occur, only to remember something else.
'The dragonewt that was killed 50 years ago was the representative's only son!!'
Thus, gritting their teeth, they could only turn away, trying to think of a way to save their prodigious descendant from dying a painful death.
"Is it really necessary for the youth to do something like that? Was it not an accident..? Can't the human throw out Yhas so that we can help him?? Were the human's words a lie?"
It was one of the Klarir race's higher ups who complained, as a familiar voice resounded behind him.
"It's not that he can't, but you guys are incapable of helping your descendant!"
Turning around, they saw Old Sadran who stared at them with an apologetic smile.
"The young man is already trying to calm the situation, it's just extremely unlucky what happens right now!"
At that moment, Wisse, who had been focused on Jason remarked,
"It's not unlucky, but more that the youth is unaware about his own power, where it came from, what it does, and how to restrict it. It's almost as if he never noticed anything about it!"
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