"What happened? Why did the displays go blank?"
"Hey! Look! The squares are also retreating back!"
"What? Why? Is the tournament over already? Did Liam win?"
"Damn it. Crimson Abyss is going to become so annoying now."
"You guys are wrong. There is something going on with the tournament. Did you notice that there isn't any world announcement yet? Not even a kingdom announcement!"
"Oh ya ya. You are correct. He He. I hope that guy gets fucked up. It is not fair for a player to be that strong at this stage. He should have definitely cheated, and cheaters should be punished!"
While the players outside the tower busily gossiped and started dispersing to go about their own stuff, the talk of the city, the guild Crimson Aybss's members busied themselves.
"Where is he? Are you still keeping an eye on him?" Alex hurriedly typed into the system interface.
"I am right behind him, ma'am. There are ten players stationed here. He will not escape us."
"Alright. Wait until he steps outside the damn city and then lift that fucker. Don't screw this up. This is important. We need to have a long talk with him ASAP. Do you understand?" Alex sighed and closed the messages.
She then turned to inform Mia, "We almost got the thief, and the other guy is also in our grasp."
"Ok." Mia nodded. Her eyes, however, were fixated only on the PVP tower. "You leave then. Take care of this. I will stay here. Liam might need our help."
"Ok." Alex also somberly looked at the tower and mumbled. Just like everyone else, the two of them as well were not aware of what was happening inside.
All of a sudden, the displays were lost, and an old man appeared outside the tower. He was floating in the air while trying to bombard the tower defenses repeatedly. The entire city shook every time the two of them clashed.
Some players ran away as fast as they could, thinking that a huge fight was going to happen and wreck the city, but many players were spilling in back into the city to look for opportunities in this rare occurrence.
The PVP tower had always been a mysterious place, and now that something was happening, no one wanted to miss out, especially the top guilds who had already lost in the tournament and were kicked out.
They had all lined up quite conveniently outside to jump into action the moment something happened. The entire city was abuzz with activity.
Meanwhile… inside this all-important tower…
Sweat trickled down Liam's forehead as he cast the triple threat attack churning out a lot of his mana. He didn't stop there and continued casting [Lava Rain], [Fire Bullets], barraging the entire place with attacks.
The whole arena was full of fire. It was impossible for anyone at this stage to withstand this much firepower. Even he had to evade some of the attacks.
However, while he was still casting the last of the attacks, suddenly a black hole appeared in the middle. It was floating in the air, and in the next second, it started sucking in everything clean.
"Ba ha ha ha! Are you trying to tickle me, boy?" The same arrogant voice of the tower master ran out. "I am the saint mage Crawford. Do you think you can win against me with just this much? FOOL!"
The black hole became a black sphere and started shooting out all the attacks back at Liam.
Liam's eyes widened in shock, but he did not stand still and take all the attacks. He immediately started moving. Now, it was the tower master's turn to be shocked because Liam's movements were very similar to the thief's.
"Not bad, brat. You managed to learn a little just from sparring with that imbecile. Ba ha ha ha! But it is… not enough!"
BOOM! Another attack came flying at Liam. A flame serpent coiled around the whole arena stage and reared its head up to swallow him wholly.
But at the same time, unexpectedly, something else also popped up. Just as the opponent finished casting, Liam summoned his own trump card the same moment.
A dozen of soul soldiers and the Level 50 howler demon descended and bombarded the muscular guy, or rather the tower master possessing the body.
Liam also quickly evaded the attacks and sent his own sword slashes at the huge figure.
Maybe the soul soldiers by themselves were not enough. Maybe the Howler demon by itself couldn't match the tower master. Perhaps his own attacks were still insignificant. But Liam refused to believe that all three combined wouldn't do any damage.
He threw everything he had at the opponent to create a single opening that he could take advantage of. This was all he needed. One opening. One chance. He would then be able to turn the tables.
However…
"Ba ha ha ha! This is too good! Brat, you have too many tricks up your sleeve! You have a demon summon! And what are these pests? They are too hilarious. I should really thank you for entertaining me. I have been in a foul mood these days, and I needed this."
Ping! Ping! Ping!
The big guy lifted his index finger and started popping the soul soldiers one after the other like water balloons. They wailed before disintegrating and disappearing.
The howler demon came at the guy at full force, but it was also crushed and sent back into the Abyss. Only a burst of maniacal laughter rang loudly in the arena.
Ba ha ha ha! Ba ha ha ha ha!
"Come on. Come on. Show me what more you have! Come on!" A burst of wind tossed Liam's body up and thrashed him onto the pentagonal arena boundary.
Liam fell down on the ground, coughing up more blood and bruised everywhere. No matter what he tried, everything was just useless. The person in front of him was a peak existence whom he just wasn't able to touch.
But he was not done yet. Today he was going to fight with everything he had.
He looked at the ancient mysterious sword in his hand. The countless dragons roared as if they sensed Liam's gaze.
"If I die, you die with me. Or better yet, you will become slaves of that person. If you don't want that fate, this is the time to accept me as your owner. Between him and me, you have more chance to take me down when all the seals are removed."
ROAR!
The sword thrummed alive. It looked like the dragons had accepted his proposal.
Liam leaped up onto the ground, clutching the sword, and dashed forward at full speed, using whatever energy that he could muster.
SPIRIT SLASH!
