My Girlfriends Are Hardcore Yanderes - Chapter 194

Chapter 194: Bad Impressions
Asher landed softly on the platform. The cheers echoed around him, but he cared little for their admiration.

His attention focused on Lucia. She bowed her head, her smile warm and filled with relief.

Lucia changed. She was a far cry from the fiery and reckless person she was before—the person who always tried to prove her worth by resisting control, and acting tough.

Now, she learned the art of yielding, of being more submissive to his presence. She learned how to be more open, more honest with herself, shedding the walls she once built to protect herself.

The two shared a moment.

The more she looked into his golden eyes, the more she believed that everything he did was for her sake—a declaration to her family that they could no longer touch her without facing his wrath.

Asher, on the other hand, found himself caught in a dilemma. He could see it clearly in her eyes—the way her red irises were almost dilated with affection .

She was utterly enchanted, her heart completely in his grasp, and that made him uneasy.

Not a good sign. He never sought her affection. He did not encouraged it, nor did he want it.

Even if her feelings for him were genuine, the most she could ever hope for was being a temporary replacement to satisfy his manly desire.

It was a losing battle for her from the start. Index was just too difficult to compete with, a person whose presence in his life could never be replaced by anyone.

‘Forget it. I won’t see her again after I’m gone,’ he reassured himself, pushing away any lingering guilt. He hadn’t done anything to capture her heart—it was just her misunderstanding clouding her mind.

If she got heartbroken in the end, she should just treat it as a life lesson.

Before sitting down, he gave the wolfkin, a side glance. There was nothing unusual in the way he looked—no obvious signs of threat or challenge—but Reynard seemed to take the glance as an insult.

In his mind, he was being mocked, disrespected. The sorcerer growled but didn’t say another word.

Instead, he stood up and left quietly. This tournament became far more dangerous than he anticipated.

He was confident that none of the other seeded participants from Eryx would try to kill him.

But Asher would, after all the hostility that happened between them.

‘That bastard, he can pretend all he wants, but I know he’s a vengeful person,’ He gritted his teeth. ‘I hate to do it, but I need more artifacts. I need to get more support from my family.’

Just as he was making his way along the corridor of the arena, he saw a figure cloaked in black.

He didn’t think much of it at first. This corridor was exclusive for high-profile individuals, and such people often passed through here.

But as he got closer, every fiber of his being screamed at him to run. The feeling made his legs tremble, and he awkwardly bowed his head.

The figure stopped in front of him.

Reynard slowly raised his head, and his eyes quickly widened in disbelief after he recognized who it was.

“You are…” His words were cut off by a sudden, crushing pressure that gripped him, making it hard to breathe.

Leaning in, the figure whispered into the wolfkin’s ear and handed him a pendant with the crest of the sun.

“This is the legendary…” Reynard stuttered, but the figure silenced him with a gesture before he could finish.

“Are you really giving me that item?” he asked with disbelief.

The figure nodded.

“And what do you want in return?”

The figure leaned forward to whisper again, and with each word, the grin on the wolfkin’s face grew wider.

“Hahaha!” Reynard’s laughter bounced off the walls. “Alright. I’ll make sure to kill that bastard for you,”

His tone was now dripping with confidence. With the item in his hand, he was certain the next fight would be one-sided in his favor.

When the exchange was done, the figure turned away, and Reynard watched as his benefactor vanished into thin air.

He clutched the pendant, feeling its power course through his veins even without activating it.

‘This is your fault for seducing her,’ he muttered to himself, a twisted chuckle rising in his chest. ‘To think you even tried to get your hands on the Sorcerer King’s woman.’

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Back in the arena, the tournament continued, with battles happening one after another.

The fights were high-level, showcasing skill and power, but it lacked the sheer intensity and ferocity that Asher’s battle displayed.

At first, it wasn’t really a problem. Most of the fights were between outsiders, and everyone assumed the dynamic would shift once another Seeded Participant entered the fray.

But when the moment came, it brought nothing but disappointment.

They didn’t struggle or give their opponents much breathing room. The fights ended in under a minute, simply because the gap in power was too vast.

One Seeded Participant even defeated her opponent in a blink of an eye, casting a high-speed incantation that turned her opponent to stone before he could cast a spell.

In many ways, this was the smartest way to fight—quick and efficient. The goal was simple: win, conserve energy, and keep their trump cards hidden for the next round.

But the crowd, still feeling the adrenaline from Asher’s dramatic fight, found these wins boring. His fight was thrilling, keeping everyone on edge until the end.

The crowd started to murmur, their dissatisfaction growing.

Soon they were shouting from the stands.

“Make the fight more exciting!” they yelled. “Don’t end it so soon!”

They wanted to see the outsiders pushed to their limits, giving them a chance to use their artifacts and cast long powerful spell, so they could provide a challenge against the Seeded, who were obviously more capable.

The chants grew louder.

“Don’t be too careful!” they shouted. “If you’re strong, show it! Take some risks and fight! Let them cast a powerful spell!”

“We already know you’ll win. How about giving us a show? Don’t end it too fast!”

Hearing the crowd, most of the Seeded Participants sneered in contempt.

Their fighting style was the correct one. It was a well-known fact that sorcerers should never prolong a fight against lower level opponent—it was simply stupid.

They couldn’t care less about the crowd’s opinions. Their belief was unshakable, and they would never stoop to the level of a showoff.

Asher scratched his nose, sensing their judgmental gaze.

After a while, Reynard returned to his seat, now wearing a smug look.

When their eyes met, the wolfkin grinned, overflowing with confidence.

Asher didn’t put much thought into it and turned his attention back to the areana. The next fight was between Talira and Rhea, the leopard kin.

‘I wonder who will win?’

He hadn’t had time to gauge their strength when they grouped up, so he couldn’t give a concrete answer.

But if he have to guess, he would bet on Talira, as she has the advantage of flight.

Among the participants here, she was the only one who could rival him in terms of aerial mobility and speed.