The wind raged, tens of formations spun violently behind Dyon, their formation slowed so that everyone could witness their construction.
Ores looked back, a serious expression surfacing on his face.
"You've done a lot of things to piss me off. First you try to take a five-year-old as your concubine. Then you insult my friend's beauty. And now you have the face to insult my lineage?"
BANG!
A weapon's hell array completed, immediately firing a spear of unparalleled speed towards Ores.
Ores Roared, brandishing his axe and swinging to block.
BANG!
Ores flex backwards, sliding across the stage to finally stop at its edge.
"You've got a lot of nerve. Is the Grimbold family so great?"
BANG!
A spear sped forward again, tossing Ores cleanly off the main stage and tumbling into the neutral areas of the coliseum. But, Dyon didn't have any intentions of stopping.
"Wasn't I weak? Wasn't I subpar? Wasn't I unworthy? Give me your axe oh great one"
BANG!
Grimbold flew backwards again. But, this time, a defense array appeared behind him, causing him to cough up blood as it jarred him forward.
The crowd could only look on in awe. Dyon's spears were laced with so many wills, even the experts were having trouble picking out what was going on.
However, there was one gaze that wasn't worried about how powerful Dyon's spear were, she was only worried about his reaction to Ores' insults.
'It's not like you to get so angry so easily…' Thought Ri.
Ores had had enough. A tempest of aura violently raged behind him.
BANG!
Dyon's defensive array shattered under the pressure, leaving Ores' manifestation leering in the skies.
A battle axe wreathed in flames seemed to want to burn everything in its path.
Ores said no words, but his red eyes deepened. His fiery red hair raged with wind, wildly fluttering in the air.
A warrior's cry resounded through the arena as Ores pounced forward, landing before Dyon and swinging his battle axe with deadly intent.
The elders all held serious expressions, '7th level battle axe will… 5th level fire will… both boosted to the 9th level as soon as his manifestation appeared…'
However, Dyon had no reaction. His eyes still reddened with rage. His shirt sliced apart under his storm of sword qi.
"He's a sword master!" Jade's eyes sparkled. What was a better mix than a domineering yet elegant man? Nothing could compare to the sword in her eyes.
"You're not worthy of my sword. You're not worthy of me moving from this single spot. You're not worthy to carry the title of warriors. GET OUT OF MY FACE!"
BANG!
Tens of Weapon's hell arrays released all at once. Shearing the air and careening towards Ores.
Despair colored his eyes as he watched the end of his life.
Suddenly, Headmaster Grimbold moved. Uncle Acacia made no move to stop him, fully aware that it wasn't in Dyon's best interest to kill a young master of the Grimbold family.
With a wave of his arm, the spears shattered.
The crowd sucked in a collective breath as the gold and shattered lights finally dissipated.
There, before Dyon, Headmaster Grimbold bowed with his hand across his chest.
"It isn't noble of me to interrupt your duel, especially when I wouldn't step in should it have been your life in danger, but, unfortunately, I must. Ores is an important member of our Grimbold family and cannot die under my watch.
"The Grimbold family holds strength above all and no one finds this act more shameful than we do. However, even with that said, I must do it. If one day you become strong enough to eradicate our family, no one of Grimbold blood will blame you."
Dyon's eyes still held rage, but he calmed it. It was clear that he wouldn't be able to take Ores' life. And, what Ores' senior had said was correct – and it's underlying meaning… even more so. Strength above all else. He couldn't kill Ores today, because he didn't have the strength to fight the Grimbold family. It was just that simple.
"Since the Grimbold family is so honorable, I think it would be a simple matter that can be resolved with an apology just as simple, no?"
Headmaster Grimbold lifted his head and looked back towards a pale Ores.
"Apologize."
His tone left no room for discussion. As such, Ores stood to apologize to Dyon. However, what Dyon said next surprised him.
"Not me. The beautiful girl over there," Dyon pointed towards Ri who had a gentle smile on her face.
'It seems like the Dyon I like is back.'
After an awkward apology, Ores had no face to stay. He never gave Dyon a disdainful look, nor did he seem angered. The only thing he felt was shame. Shame that he had brought such ruin to the Grimbold family. A shame he'd use to fuel him towards better and newer heights.
Smiling up at Ri, Dyon casually strolled back to his place among the beauties, seemingly still not having noticed Mithradir's hot gaze.
Dyon grinned. "Aren't I amazing fairies?"
The girls rolled their eyes, but they couldn't help but feel impressed. It was clear that Dyon wasn't just a braggort, he had the skill to back up his words. They had no way of telling, but it was clear Dyon used at least four wills with his weapon's hell arrays.
That in and of itself would still be reasonable as there were other geniuses of that level here. But, his understanding of his wills had reached an unprecendented level. They couldn't understand what was different between their uses of wills and Dyon's… but there was a clear gap which was why he was able to make up such a large disparity in cultivation.
As for Mithrandir, her eyes slipped in and out of anger and complex emotions. She didn't know how to feel. As a young lady, she was angered beyond belief at how Dyon took such a first time from her. But, something in her didn't allow her to completely hate him since it was indeed her fault. Yet, there was a completely unreasonable part that wanted him to suffer and die.
