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Chapter 191: Cost of Complacency
Finally, the second part of the tournament began. Everyone returned to the arena, all eyes fixed on the announcer.
“For the first match,” his voice boomed, “fighting from the capital of Sand, Virell—Sorcerer Garu!”
The crowd erupted in cheers. He was one of the most famous contestants of the first round, his performance even more domineering than Talira’s
BOOOM!
A massive flood of sand erupted from the tunnel in a dramatic display, continuing to swirl around until it reached the center.
Slowly, the sand took shape, forming into a man dressed in a gray robe that exposed his shoulders, with a scorpion tail extending from his back—a unique trait of his race.
He has black hair and eyes, his hair gleaming like metallic shells. Long black fingernails, adorned with multiple golden rings and chains, made his appearance more memorable.
“The boarkin announcer cleared his throat. “What a grand entrance, as expected for the second round.”
“And now, his opponent—the most talked-about person —Sorcerer Ash, from Alarath!”
Everyone’s attention was drawn to the platform, expecting him to cast a spell that would outdo Garu’s epic entrance.
However—
He just casually stood up and walked toward the stairs, descending into the arena at a normal pace. He didn’t cast a flying spell—no, he took his time.
When he reached the center, the entire arena fell silent. What he had done was beyond their expectations, but not in the way they had hoped.
The two combatants faced each other, eye to eye.
“Is that the kind of person you are?” Garu snarled. “Acting humble, but deep down, looking down on others.”
Asher’s gaze remained steady, unbothered by the taunting. He wasn’t the type to rise to provocations.
The scorpion-kin took a step forward, his sleek, barbed tail flicking behind him like a whip.
“You’re nothing but a pretender,” he sneered, his voice laced with disdain. “But I see through you.”
His eyes narrowed, searching for even the slightest reaction from his opponent, hoping to strike a nerve.
But Asher remained as impassive as ever. “You’re entitled to your opinion,”
The bearkin announcer, sensing the rising tension, seized the moment to heighten the excitement.
“It seems both fighters are ready. When you hear the signal, the battle begins!”
DING!
Garu wasted no time. He slammed his hands onto the ground.
The rings and accessories on his fingers began to glow, showing the immense energy required for the spell he was preparing.
“If you’re so confident, how about you let me make the first move?” the scorpion-kin taunted, trying to buy himself time.
Sands seeped into every crack and crevice, flowing like water as they began to fill the arena. It was a wise move on, trying to change the battlefield into one more suited to his abilities.
Asher hovered a few inches above the fine sands.
Normally, taking such a long time to cast a spell would be a dangerous gamble in a high level battle like this.
The scorpionkin was betting that his opponent wouldn’t dare strike while he was preparing out of pride.
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As the last incantation echoed through the arena, the spell culminated in a huge transformation
The once grand battleground was swallowed by sand, shifting into a barren desert landscape.
“I knew it,” Garu sneered, his voice dripping with confidence. “You look down on others too much. You must think you can win easily. Well, now you’ll regret giving me this much of an advantage.”
Asher glanced around, his eyes scanning the arena. The spell, though powerful and overwhelming in its scale, didn’t impress him in the slightest.
“Sand Worms!” Garu shouted, raising his hands high. In an instant, dozens of sand tendrils erupted from the ground, twisting and writhing like giant worms.
Asher’s eyes flickered after he saw the attacks coming.
‘I could easily rely on my robe to protect me… but that would be too boring,’ He thought, dismissing the idea.
The sandworms whipped around him, but he was faster, dodging them with ease.
One of the tendrils shot out faster than the rest, its jagged form hurtling toward him like an arrow.
Asher’s body moved instinctively, leaping to the side with no issue. For a brief moment, everything was fine.
But then—BOOM!
Hidden razor-sharp metal fragments rained out from the sand like a hailstorm.
“Murus!” he casted, his barrier flickering into existence just in time to deflect the attacks.
Garu’s smile widened. Everything was going according to plan. “Sand Leviathans!”
The number of tendrils tripled. The arena was engulfed, a blinding storm of twisting grain of sands. The sheer scale of the attack left no room to dodge.
“Sand Prison!” another spell was activated.
Suddenly, the tendrils merged, forming a towering dome that rose high above the arena. It coiled tightly, blocking any chance of escape.
“I’m not finished yet! Devour him. Sand Purgatory!”
The sands pressed tighter, crushing the air out of the center. The pressure was so intense that it could bend even the hardest metals, squeezing and compressing everything caught inside.
“Look, it’s shrinking more. I don’t think anyone can be alive after that.” one person in the crowd pointed out.
The dome had contracted so much that it now resembled smooth marble. Only 20% of its original size remained.
Despite the crowd’s comment, Garu didn’t let his guard down. He continued to exert pressure. He had intended to save this move for the finals, but he could afford to hold back against Asher.
On the stands, Lucia’s breath came in shallow gasps. She did not expected this turn of events.
Could he survive this? Or had his opponent outplayed him?
In another platform.
Elira, who had been fuming with jealousy before, couldn’t hide the twisted smile creeping across her face.
“So he’s just a fraud after all… All that attention was for nothing,”
Nearby, a group of contestant who had been whispering about Asher’s arrogance exchanged smug glances.
One of them sneered, “He thought he was above us, too good to even properly fight. Now he’s going to be crushed because of his own ego.”
Even Lark Redtorn, who had stormed off earlier in anger, now watched from the back, eyes glinting with a sense of vindication. “That’s what happen when you’re all talk,”
The atmosphere changed. What was once admiration and awe for the seemingly powerful and mysterious sorcerer was now filled with mockery.
They relished the sight of his struggle, feeling that at last, he was being shown for what he truly was — not a genius among genius, but just another arrogant fool who will die because of his ego.
“Lizana, looks like you wasted those 1,000,000 rune crystals on him,” a female tigerkin teased. Unlike the others, her striking white and black hair and ears set her apart, making her appearance unique.
The way she spoke made it clear that her status was no less formidable than that of the Arcane Sage herself
Lizana’s eyes turned to the woman, her lips curving into a faint smile. “Do you think so?”
The tigerkin’s smile widened, sharp and condescending. “Hard to argue with the facts. He sealed his fate the moment he allowed his opponent to cast such a long, powerful spell.”
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