My Girlfriends Are Hardcore Yanderes - Chapter 192

Chapter 192: Unbreakable
The arena pulsed with tension as the Sand Dome continued to shrink.

Leaning in, breathless, the audience’s eyes mirrored the magnitude of the devastating spell. Just watching it made them feel as though they, too, were being crushed beneath the weight of the sand.

Elira allowed herself a satisfied smirk, arms crossed with a hint of smugness.

“So much for the so-called sure winner” she muttered, confident of the outcome.

Not only was he no longer a threat, but she also relished seeing the woman she hated most go pale.

Lucia, clutching the edge of her seat, felt a knot tighten in her chest.

She believed in him, but even her faith began to waver.

In her mind, there was no way the sand dome could shrink that much without reducing whoever was inside to paste.

And she wasn’t the only one—most of those present shared the same conclusion.

The bearkin announcer lifted a paw, his booming voice ready to declare the match.

“Ladies and gentlemen, it appears we have—”

But before the announcer could finish, a light pierced the swirling sands, capturing the crowd’s attention.

“Hold on!” someone in the stands shouted, pointing toward the faint glow.

The announcer stopped, his eyes narrowing as the light grew brighter, cutting through the dense marble like a sword through darkness.

CRACK!

A thunderous shock wave exploded from the center of the arena, ripping apart the sand prison in a spectacular display.

Fine particles scattered into the air, leaving behind a calm, unscathed figure at its core.

Asher hovered there, hand slowly lowering after a single, casual snap of his fingers.

His expression remained composed, as though the entire ordeal was just a mere inconvenience.

Garu’s smug grin faltered, confusion flickering across his face as he stumbled backward.

His attack was flawless, crafted to trap his opponent and completely pulverize them.

“What… What did you do?” he demanded, his voice barely hiding the tremor in his voice.

Asher tilted his head slightly. “I’m not obligated to answer you.”

Without wasting any more time, he raised his right hand and muttered an incantation.

Dozens of small size yellow magic circles materialized behind him, ready to unleash their power.

“Sagittae Candoris.”

The moment the words left his lips, the magic circles unleashed a barrage of golden arrows.

Garu reacted instantly, slamming his hands to the ground, summoning the sands to form a protective barrier.

The first layer of sand barely held, the arrows piercing through with alarming speed.

Desperation mounting, he created more layers, each thicker than the last.

Finally, with immense effort, he stopped their momentum, the golden tips hovering inches from his body.

But his relief was short-lived. BOOM!

It detonated in a blinding explosion, shattering into a storm of razor-sharp energy shards.

The fragments tore into him, his defensive artifact barely absorbing the impact.

He gritted his teeth, panic flashing in his eyes.

“I need to move!”

Without hesitation, he manipulated the sand beneath his feet, causing it to swirl and rise in fluid motions.

He used it to propel himself, surfing through the air as though it were water.

The technique was efficient, but it wasn’t without its drawbacks.

Landing with a heavy thud, Garu’s knees buckled beneath him.

Crouching low, ragged gasps filled his lungs as he fought to steady himself.

The explosion was too close, so he still took some damage despite his protective spells.

But that wasn’t the only thing that pissed him off.

What Asher did was almost a mirror of his own sand and metal attack from earlier—except it was even more powerful.

The simplicity of it stung, the feeling that his once-impressive attack was easily replicated hurt his ego.

“I would surrender if I were you,” Asher suggested, his voice calm, almost detached.

He showed no hint of anger, nor did he plan to.

To him, the scorpionkin was just an opponent to defeat and didn’t deserve his wrath.

Garu’s anger rose as he forced himself to stand.

“You’re bluffing! I know you’ve used up a lot of energy escaping my Sand Purgatory too!”

The crowd turned their attention to Asher. He seemed fine, but was that truly the case?

Even the sages couldn’t help but nod in agreement.

If they were in his shoes, surviving such a a spell for that long would’ve drained them of nearly all their energy.

It wasn’t that they were vulnerable to that type of attack, but because Asher gave his opponent all the time in the world to prepare it.

“I’ve done my best to warn you, so don’t blame me,” he raised his hand.

The small magic circles around him merged into a single, powerful one, and in an instant, the energy surged.

Garu’s eyes widened, his body trembling as a wave of doubt washed over him.

Every fiber of his being screamed for him to surrender, to give up, but he couldn’t afford to show weakness—not now.

“I won’t let you beat me that easily!” he shouted, slamming his hands together as he poured every ounce of his energy into one final spell.

“I am the son of the eternal sands! Hear my plea, mighty god of the desert, ancient and powerful”

“Grant me your power, your strength, and your dominion over the earth! |Let the winds of the desert carry my voice, and let the sands heed my call!”

The fine grains around him began to shift, and he let it consume him, merging with the sand as if he were one with the desert itself

“Lend me your power! Scorvok” he roared.

As the spell reached its final phase, the swirling sand began to compress, reshaping itself into something monstrous.

The grains fused into a gleaming bronze shell, smooth yet jagged with barbs.

Its massive pincers clicked with a metallic clang, and its tail arched high, tipped with a serrated stinger glinting like a forged blade.

Each limb looked sturdy, plated and jointed for both strength and precision.

The creature’s eyes, dark and unyielding, locked onto its prey.

“I’ll let you taste my power!” Garu roared, his voice amplified by the metallic resonance around him, echoing like a cry through a cave.

CREAK!

CREAK!

CREAK!

The sharp tip of the tail slowly cracked open, and dark, yellowish energy began to converge around it.

Midair, Asher paused for a moment, surprised by the new spell—not out of fear, but approval. Garu was indeed talented, and he earned his place in this tournament.

As a sign of respect, he decided to let his opponent showcase his talent.

The tournament might mean nothing to him, but it was everything to the locals of this world.

In the stands, everyone knew this was the decisive moment—the culmination of their clash, where power and will would determine the victor

CRACK!

The scorpion’s tail snapped forward with a violent thrust, releasing all the absorbed sand in one explosive burst.

For a split second, there was complete silence.

BOOOM!

The sheer force of the attack pushed the surrounding sand aside, turning into largescale sandstorm.

Tension gripped the crowd as they strained to catch a glimpse of what was happening, their imaginations creating a myriad of possibilities.

Who will win this epic fight?