I, the All-Class Magus, All My Awakening Skills are LvMax - Chapter 304

Chapter 304: Chapter304-Victor! How Could It Be?
The crowd became visibly more excited at the sight of Victor, nearly everyone cheering the name “Immortal Messenger!”

“As everyone knows, our Immortal Messenger has an unbeaten record in 100 consecutive matches!”

“The odds for Immortal Messenger have reached 1:5000! So, who dares to bet against him this time, who dares to dream of his defeat?”

“Our Wildtiger has also won five matches today, and now it’s time for a showdown between these two. Let’s look forward to it.”

Following the announcer’s words, the crowd erupted into a frenzy.

Whistles filled the air, and many women began to scream.

Silver Tear’s eyes were fixed intently on the figure in the arena.

Even Dark Fox found it hard to look away.

They knew the person below was Victor, the one they had been searching for!

But at this moment, they were speechless, their minds blank.

What was happening? How could this be? Why was Victor there?

Before they could ponder further, the man had already leaped into the center of the arena.

The crowd cheered louder, screaming in excitement and roaring with anticipation.

“Go on, Immortal Messenger! Tear him apart!”

“Wildtiger, I believe in you. Shred him, break his unbeaten myth!”

“Immortal Messenger is the best in the world, he’ll shred every challenger on the platform!”

“I’m betting on Immortal Messenger again!”

“Immortal Messenger will definitely win!”

More people were cheering for Immortal Messenger, all firmly believing he would lead them to victory.

They knew he was too strong, overwhelmingly so.

With 100 consecutive victories, and each a clean, swift execution of his opponent, in the face of absolute power, everything else was just a paper tiger!

Previously, even genetically modified individuals had fought against Immortal Messenger but never lasted more than a minute!

John’s eyes were fixed intently on the person known as Immortal Messenger.

He could see clearly; there was a small mole between the man’s eyebrows.

That was a subtle mark on Victor, known only to a few.

Even a clone couldn’t replicate such minute details perfectly, so there was only one possibility: this man was Victor!

The other two were struggling to control their emotions, their gazes instinctively turning to John as if asking for the best way to handle the situation.

How could they possibly stand by and watch Victor fight this person?

They had seen the so-called Wildtiger’s strength before.

Being genetically modified, he seemed almost devoid of humanity, striking both quickly and ruthlessly, usually killing in one blow.

Under normal circumstances, they wouldn’t worry about Victor, not even if it was one Wildtiger, ten, or even twenty or thirty.

But now things were different! Victor clearly wasn’t himself; he seemed to be under someone else’s control, which made his ability to perform uncertain.

Nobody knew what would happen next.

Moreover, the most fatal issue was that they didn’t understand what this situation meant.

If they unwittingly wasted their efforts, they would truly regret it later.

John gave them a barely perceptible nod, which instantly calmed the other two.

Although they were still very worried, receiving John’s subtle signal helped them regain a bit of composure.

When the captain had sent them to the Imperial Capital, although it was partly to investigate John’s background, it was also intended as a protective measure for the female lead.

It also meant that if any special circumstances arose, John would make the decisions in the captain’s absence.

In the arena, Wildtiger had started to roar madly, slapping his head as if only such actions could vent his current emotions.

Victor, however, remained detached, quietly observing everything before him.

It seemed as if nothing in the world could catch his interest; he just stood there indifferently, emotionless, which only infuriated Wildtiger even more.

Wildtiger, fueled by rage, lunged toward Victor with a roar!

Given his tiger-like form, his claws were razor-sharp, and a direct strike could easily be fatal or cause serious injury to Victor.

However, Victor did not show any signs of dodging; he simply stood his ground, poised as proudly as a pine tree on a mountain.

This stance further excited the crowd, causing cheers, leaps of joy, and screams to intensify.

Some were even shouting the name “Immortal Messenger,” urging him to quickly finish off his opponent and move on to the next challenge—they wanted to see a new contender!

Silver Tear’s hands clenched into fists involuntarily, her eyes glued to the scene before her, afraid to miss any detail.

Wildtiger pounced towards Immortal Messenger’s position, but the next second, he realized he had hit nothing but air!

He looked around in panic, finding no trace of the slight human he had targeted.

What was happening?

He had clearly seen that person standing right there!

That man was just a very slight human; there was no way he could have reacted so quickly!

What was going on?

Where had he gone?

Could he have fallen into an illusion?

He turned his head again and noticed that Victor was now standing 50 meters away from him, though he had no idea how he had gotten there so swiftly.

Wildtiger roared in fury, charging once again, sprinting directly towards Victor with all his might.

He pushed his speed to the limit, knowing that a hit from him meant certain death.

He was determined to kill with a single blow, to completely crush his opponent and prove to everyone that he was the strongest, the most formidable.

However, when he reached the spot where Victor had been, he found once again that Victor had vanished.

Wildtiger was utterly enraged, unable to comprehend how this person could so swiftly escape his sight and elude capture.

But soon, he sensed a more dangerous presence around him.

Instinctively, he looked up, but the next second he felt a sharp pain in his neck, followed by his vision spinning wildly before plunging into darkness.

To the onlookers, it appeared that Victor had moved out of Wildtiger’s attack range with incredible speed, then floated eerily in mid-air.

Before anyone could react, Victor struck with a swift slap, casually breaking his opponent’s neck.

It was a clean, efficient move that seemed beyond the capability of any ordinary human, yet Victor had executed it flawlessly.

The arena fell into a momentary silence, then erupted into vigorous cheers.

“Immortal Messenger!”

“Immortal Messenger!”

They screamed loudly, cheered, and shouted, as if only in this way could they release the emotions swelling within them.

Silver Tear and the others were relieved to see such a clean and decisive resolution; it eased their minds somewhat.

After all, as long as Victor was safe, the fact that he had killed one or two people was never something he took to heart.

Truth be told, although they were essentially kind-hearted, they were capable of ruthless decisions.

Everything was done for self-preservation.