Beast Evolution Forge - Chapter 112

Chapter 112: Guild Masters 1
Vell sensed an attack coming from behind him and he dodged looking surprised that the man was not down for the count. Before he could react, the shadowy man landed a punch that send him skidding back. He was now near the arena wall, watching as the guild masters approached, their aura different.

“We understand you are strong, but thinking you can take us all at the same time is just arrogance and it will be your undoing.” The righteous one said, his expression no longer calm, he was furious, “I wanted to give you a chance but you destroyed that, now I shall see to it that you are punhished for your sins.”

“there he goes again, acting like a holy knight.” One guild master said with a smirk on his face.

“Hehe let him be, maybe one day he will make into the knight order.”

Vell just stared at them with an amused expression, “let me ask you, what wrong did I do?”

“Don’t try and act dumb, you attacked us, guild master, the highest authorities in this section, that in it self deserves a death sentence.” The big one said, his mana over flowing.

“Hmm, that’s strange though since the rules said I could challenge you guys if I beat the strongest player you have, I did that and challenged you. the rules didn’t say anything about how I do it, so I decided to do it my on way. Doesn’t that mean you all are the one overreacting?”

A murmur rippled through the crowd at Vell’s words. He was right – technically, he’d followed the rules.

“He has a point,” someone shouted from the stands. “He beat Rana fair and square!”

The righteous guild master’s face reddened. “The rules assume a proper challenge, not this… this mockery!”

“Where does it say that?” another voice called out. “All these years you’ve made us follow every letter of your laws!”

The crowd’s energy shifted, more voices joining in:

“Yeah, what happened to ‘rules are absolute’?”

“Bit different when it’s you lot on the receiving end!”

“At least he fought her head-on, not like-”

“SILENCE!” the shadowy guild master roared, but the damage was done. The crowd’s restlessness only grew.

Vell’s smile widened. “See? Even they can see through your hypocrisy. You demand absolute obedience to rules that you bend whenever convenient.”

The big guild master stepped forward, crackling with energy. “Rules or not, you’re still outnumbered.”

“Am I?” He gestured to the increasingly hostile crowd. “Or are you?”

The big guild master’s face darkened at his words. He launched forward with terrifying speed, but Vell simply sidestepped, letting him crash into the wall.

“See what I mean?” Vell addressed the crowd. “They’re quick to violence when challenged. How many of your family members have they crippled for minor infractions?”

The crowd’s anger grew palpable: “They took my brother’s arm for speaking out!”

“My shop was burned for missing one payment!”

“Justice? They only know force!”

The righteous guild master raised his hands. “Don’t listen to his manipulation! We maintain order-”

“Through fear,” Vell cut in. “I’ve seen how you ‘maintain order’, the extortion, the threats, the disappearances.”

More voices joined the chorus of dissent. Even some of the guards looked uncertain.

The shadowy guild master’s voice cut through the chaos. “Enough! If you side with this traitor, you’re all-”

A rock struck his head. Then another. The crowd had made their choice.

The shadowy guild master watched the scene unfold with growing unease. Something felt off – crowds didn’t turn this quickly, this uniformly. Yet here they were, half the arena now openly hostile.

“Die traitor!” a voice rang out, followed by others supporting the guild masters.

The arena split into chaos, spectators turning on each other as the division grew. But through it all, the shadowy master noticed how Vell’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction.

“Strange,” he muttered to his colleagues. “The timing, the unity of their responses… almost like-”

“Like they were waiting for this moment?” Vell finished, his smile knowing. “Maybe I’m not the only one tired of your rule.”

The righteous guild master’s eyes widened. “You’ve been planning this. All those losses, the act…”

“Finally catching up?” He laughed. “I needed time to let the sentiment spread. To let people see your true nature. Though I must admit-” he dodged another attack effortlessly, “-you made it remarkably easy.”

Above them, the fighting intensified. Guards struggled to maintain order as years of buried resentment erupted into violence.

The guild masters drew closer together, their voices dropping to urgent whispers as chaos erupted around them.

“This is worse than we thought,” the shadowy one muttered, his cloak rippling with barely contained energy. “He’s been orchestrating this from the beginning.”

The righteous one’s eyes darted between Vell and the increasingly violent crowd. “We need to end this now. If word spreads to other sections…”

“Agreed,” the big one growled, rubbing his shoulder where he’d hit the wall. “But we can’t just kill him outright – look at how many are watching. If he dies too quickly…”

“Then we make it look like self-defense,” the shadowy master cut in, his voice ice-cold. “Provoke him into something we can’t ignore. The laws still protect us if we’re ‘defending’ ourselves.”

“The crowd is the bigger problem,” another added, glancing at the fighting in the stands. “If we don’t contain this soon…”

“Split up,” the righteous one commanded. “Three of us handle him, the rest deal with the rabble. Once the witnesses are… managed… we can take our time with this upstart.”

But before they could enact their plan, Vell’s voice rang out: “Planning something interesting over there?” His predator eyes gleamed with amusement. “Don’t let me interrupt. Though I should warn you…” He gestured to the crowd. “They can read lips.”

True enough, several spectators were pointing at the guild masters, their faces contorted with fresh rage as they relayed what they’d seen to others.

“You-” the righteous one sputtered, realizing their whispered plotting had only made things worse.

“Me?” Vell’s smile turned sharp. “I’m not the one who just got caught planning a massacre. Seems you’re determined to prove my point about your true nature.”

The five guild masters sprang apart, taking up strategic positions around Vell. Their coordinated movement spoke of years fighting together, each automatically covering the others’ blind spots. Energy crackled between them as they readied their attacks.

“Enough games,” the shadowy one snarled. “Show him what masters can really do.”

They attacked as one – a symphony of destruction. The righteous one’s holy light blazed forward like a spear of judgment. The shadowy master’s darkness writhed like living void, seeking to ensnare. The big one’s earth-shaking force threatened to crush everything in its path. Two others launched elemental attacks that distorted the very air.

Five different attacks, all carefully calculated to leave no escape route.

Vell watched them come, his expression almost bored. “At least you’re finally taking this seriously.”

His arm drew back, mana condensing around his fist with frightening intensity. The air itself seemed to hold its breath.

“But seriously isn’t enough.”

He struck forward with a single punch. The mana exploded outward in a perfect cone, meeting all five attacks head-on. For a split second, the energies clashed, creating a spectacular light show that forced most spectators to shield their eyes.

Then Vell’s mana simply… pushed through.

The guild masters’ combined assault shattered like glass, their own energy scattered to the winds. The backlash caught them before they could react, sending all five flying backward to crash into the arena walls with bone-crushing force. Impact craters spiderwebbed out behind them as they slumped to the ground.

Silence fell over the arena. Even the fighting in the crowd stopped as everyone tried to process what they’d just witnessed. Five guild masters, each powerful enough to level a small town, had just been casually batted aside like insects.

Vell flexed his fingers, looking almost disappointed. “I was hoping that would be more interesting.”

From their various impact points, the guild masters struggled to rise, their proud forms now battered and humbled. The righteous one coughed up blood, his golden armor cracked and dull. The shadowy master’s cloak was in tatters, revealing the stunned face beneath.

“How…” the big one wheezed, clutching his chest. “Just what are you?”

“That’s not the question you should be asking,” he replied, slowly walking toward them. “You should be asking yourselves why you thought your power was so absolute in the first place.”

The crowd began to murmur again, but this time there was awe mixed with their anger. They had just witnessed something many had dreamed of but never dared hope for – the mighty guild masters, laid low by a single punch.

“Ok everyone, this is going to get rough soon so it would be best if you all leave the arena now, you can watch from the tvs all over the town.” He said, summoning a new sword that vibrated in his hand.

The crowd hesitated, torn between the spectacle and self-preservation. Vell’s warning carried weight – the sword in his hand hummed with an energy that made their skin crawl.

“I won’t repeat myself,” he added, his voice harder now. “Leave.”

That broke the spell. People began streaming toward the exits, some helping the injured, others simply running. The arena emptied with remarkable speed, leaving only the guild masters, their loyal guards, and a handful of either the bravest or most foolish spectators.

Sara gripped the railing, refusing Henry’s attempts to pull her away. “We need to go,” he insisted.

“yeah…”