My Girlfriends Are Hardcore Yanderes - Chapter 193

Chapter 193: Essence
The aftermath of the explosion still rang in the air, a loud reminder of the clash that had just unfolded and the sheer power of the spell that had been unleashed.

Dust and sand whipped through the air, swirling in a chaotic dance, as the crowd held their breath, eyes fixed on the arena’s center, waiting for the storm to clear.

Then, as the last of it cleared, the scene unfolded for everyone to see.

Garu, kneeling on the ground, was a shadow of his former self.

His body trembled, covered in cuts and bruises, his once-proud stance crumpled in defeat. It wasn’t just his condition that showed his loss, but the fear etched on his face—he was too close to dying.

Above him, Asher hovered, as calm and still as ever. The massive energy broadsword crackled with power for a moment before vanishing completely.

The crowd stood motionless, their minds racing to catch up with the spectacle they’d just witnessed. Only a handful, their senses strong enough to pierce the swirling sand, had seen the deadly exchange in full .

Garu’s voice shattered the silence .”I… I give up.”

The sorcerer, with all his pride and power, had nothing left. He fought with everything he had, and it wasn’t enough.

There was a gap between them, one too vast to close. He experienced firsthand the truth of the saying—that there’s always a higher mountain—but in his case, he saw the peak far too soon.

He lowered his head. There was no need for words.

“Ladies and gentlemen!” The bearkin announcer’s voice thundered through the arena. He could hardly contain his excitement, his broad chest heaving with adrenaline as he raised his paw high.

“The winner of this fight…” He paused for dramatic effect, “Sorcerer Ash!”

The arena shook with the roar of thousands, a deafening, wild cheer that filled every corner of the stands.

“ASH! ASH! ASH!” they chanted in unison.

Some leapt from their seats, hands in the air, while others pounded the stands, all swept up in the euphoria of the moment. The cheers was like a tidal wave, shaking the very ground beneath them.

There was no denying it now. Asher proved himself to everyone. He was not just a pretty face, favored for his looks.

He shattered every expectation, and in doing so, he carved his name into the hearts of the spectator. No one would dare underestimate him again.

But with the admiration of others came the disappointment and annoyance of those who hated him.

Elira’s face twisted into a scowl, her arms crossed tightly as she stared at Asher’s domineering figure. Her grip tightened on her seat, teeth gritted, unable to accept his victory.

“This can’t be happening…” she muttered under her breath, bitterness seeping through her words.

Lucia’s family members, too, were torn. They knew that Lucia hated them, and now that such a powerful figure was supporting her, they had to be more careful.

Lark, in particular, felt a growing unease. He threatened Asher before, not fully understanding the depth of the young man’s abilities.

What Garu showed—the Sand Purgatory, the Sand Scorpion—those spells weren’t something Lark could have stopped on his own. . Sand directly countered flames.

However—

Asher made it look like they were nothing more than flashy displays, barely even breaking a sweat.

It was clear that he did not even revealed a fraction of his true capabilities.

‘Damn it! I should have been more careful when the Arcane Sage favored him so much,’ he muttered through gritted teeth, regret flooding him.

Meanwhile, on another platform, Lizana smiled with her arms crossed, her gaze focused entirely on Asher. To her, he was even more attractive now.

Beside her, the female tigerkin who doubted Asher earlier sat uncomfortably, her usual confidence now replaced by shame.

“Impressive, wasn’t it?” Lizana’s let out a playful chuckle.

Kaliah, the Great Sage of ‘Body’, closed her eyes, unwilling to continue the conversation. She silently admitted her failure to see through Asher.

What he did in that final clash was indeed impressive. She saw it clearly—Garu’s attack was powerful, enough to slice through diamond.

But seconds before it could build momentum, Asher sent a single golden sword against it. The sand attack was annihilated before it had a chance.

If not for him intentionally canceling the golden sword, it would have obliterated his opponent and left a massive hole in the arena.

‘Is this the birth of another Named Sage?’ she wondered, her frustration turning to excitement.

She glanced at Lizana with a playful smile. “Judging by his skills, he’s an Arcane user like you, someone who manipulates energy. That means he could challenge you for your position.”

Lizana’s eyes sparkled with amusement, unfazed by the attempt to rattle her.

She gave a small nod. “Perhaps,”

Kaliah narrowed her eyes, not satisfied with the answer she got. “Aren’t you afraid that he’ll beat you?”

“No, I actually pray that he is stronger than me.” Lizana shook her head .

Kaliah blinked, taken aback. “You… want him to win?”

She was confused. She knew how competitive Lizana was—a woman even the Sorcerer King couldn’t get because of her unyielding pride. As she tried to decipher the arcane sage true intentions, a memory surfaced, giving her some clue.

Without hesitation, Kaliah quickly cast a spell, a white dome enveloping them to ensure their conversation remained private.

“Do you plan to try that crazy experiment with him?” Kaliah asked, her tone growing serious.

Lizana broke into a wide smile, confirming the suspicions. She didn’t feel the need to hide it, as it was something she already discussed with her fellow Great Sage.

“Are you sure ?” Kaliah raised an eyebrow. “You told me that not even the Sorcerer King could pull that off with you because your bodies are incompatible. H”

Lizana’s smile didn’t waver, but there was a glint of seriousness in her eyes.

“It’s just a feeling,” she said softly. “But if it’s true… he could be the one I been waiting.”

Kaliah shook her head, finding the explanation too simple. “You’re risking everything on a feeling?”

“It’s worth the risk,” Lizana continued. “If our bodies are compatible, then I might finally reach it… the pinnacle of the Arcane Arts.”

Just imagining it made her excited. She saved her purity for this very purpose, waiting for the perfect man to join her in this endeavor. “Essence Resonance.”

A theory born from her relentless pursuit of knowledge, where two high-level sorcerers of opposite gender, when united, could create a resonance that tempered both their bodies and elevated their power to an entirely new level.

She wasn’t entirely sure if being a virgin was a prerequisite, but as a perfectionist, she believed that maintaining her pure body would increase her chances.

After all, unlike males, the female reproductive organs were positioned closer to the stomach, where the concentration of energy tended to merge when breathing.

If Asher knew what she was thinking right now, he would be stunned, because it already occurred to him—with Index, though it was not intentional.

“You’re really crazy,” Kaliah pinched the bridge of her nose, knowing that once her friend set her mind to something, nothing could stop her.