My Girlfriends Are Hardcore Yanderes - Chapter 198

Chapter 198: Instant Part 4
As the layers of the magic circle hummed with power, the crackling energy grew louder, echoing through the arena.

Even worse, the runes were spinning, and no one could understand what was written on them, making it nearly impossible to counter.

The sages noticed this and were confused as well.

Some of them even wondered if he was using an ancient language.

“Could it be… dragon language?” one murmured under his breath.

The idea sent a ripple of unease through the group. Dragon language was a lost art.

But the expert among them, a woman known for her vast knowledge of forgotten tongues, shook her head firmly.

“No,” she said, her voice steady. “This is not dragon language. It’s different. ”

The other sages let out a collective sigh of relief, though it was quickly followed by a deep sense of uncertainty.

If it wasn’t dragon language, what could it be?

Their thoughts turned to him. Who was he, really? Where did his power come from, and what was his true origin?

They had always assumed that, while he was really talented, reaching their level would take him years of study in Eryx.

After all, the resources and knowledge granted to the winner would further advance his journey in the arcane arts.

But his display now proved that he was already on par with them, even without relying on Eryx’s vast knowledge.

This feeling was shared by nearly everyone in the arena, especially the sorcerer who had to directly face him.

Doubt crept into her mind.

For the first time, she found herself second-guessing her ability to withstand it .

“Surrender now, Thenara! You can’t survive that attack!” shouted one of the seeded participants.

It was the woman covered in alligator-like scales that ran along her arms and neck. Her name was Zira.

The two were rivals, and because of that, they knew each other’s limits better than anyone else.

“I…” she hesitated, torn between surrendering and the fear of bringing shame to her name.

“Don’t overthink it!” Zira shouted again, her voice cutting through the tension. “It’s not embarrassing to lose to someone this powerful! He is beyond your current capabilities!”

Thenara hesitated, her mind racing. The oppressive force of the spell above her seemed to crush her spirit, and for a moment, doubt seeped in.

Was it worth risking everything? Was pride enough to keep fighting?

But then, a spark of defiance flared within her.

To surrender would be to dishonor herself. To let fear dictate her actions would be to admit defeat in front of everyone.

“I’m not afraid of you, Outsider!” She roared, her defiance echoing through the arena.

BOOOOM!

Her voice was soon drowned out by a massive crack of lightning, followed by an unstoppable force that obliterated everything in its path.

In an instant, her tiara shattered, unable to withstand the temperature.

Next, her body was consumed, vanishing in the blinding light that followed.

Spectators could do nothing but shield their eyes, bracing for the inevitable. Even the barrier protecting them began to crack, the lightning threatening to break through.

The sages, recognizing the danger, were forced into action, quickly gathering their magic to reinforce the barrier and ensure it wouldn’t collapse under the pressure.

When the light finally faded and the deafening roar subsided, an eerie silence took over.

The arena was gone—completely erased. In its place lay a massive crater, so deep that its bottom could not be seen.

Just like that, the tournament’s most favored contender was gone—though, in her case, it was more like she had been obliterated to oblivion.

Asher flew down the platform, his expression calm and nonchalant, as though the destruction he had just caused was nothing more than a casual display of his real power.

“You bastard!” Zira shouted, her hands already weaving a spell, intent on avenging her long time friend and rival.

But before she could strike, one of her companions stepped forward. His hand rested firmly on her arm, stopping her mid-motion.

“This is a tournament,” he said, his voice firm. “She had a choice to surrender, but she chose death.”

The words struck her, but they did little to quell her rage. She wanted to lash out, to express her disbelief at how far Asher had gone. Was that really necessary?

With that gap in power, he could have ended the fight without killing her friend.

“Are you happy?” Zira spat, her voice trembling with anger. She refused to back down.

“Happy for what?” Asher was confused.

“Don’t lie to me. ! You wanted to make an example out of her, didn’t you? So none of us would challenge you again!”

Her eyes narrowed as she glared at him. “Why her? She never said anything bad about you. She didn’t deserve this.”

Asher said nothing and returned to his seat. His indifference only fueled her rage further.

She was about to confront him again when, from beneath the crater, a voice suddenly echoed.

“She’s still alive!” one of the facilitators screamed.

She paused, her anger momentarily overshadowed.

Without thinking, she leapt from the platform, her heart racing as she rushed toward the source of the voice.

She had to check on her friend—nothing else mattered in that moment.

At the bottom, multiple robed sorcerers were administering healing magic to her, their hands glowing with soft green light as they worked quickly.

“What’s her condition?” she asked, her voice filled with concern while kept her distance to avoid distracting the healers.

One of the healers responded, his voice calm but strained with concentration.

“Her wounds were more from her body overexerting itself than from the attack. I think she used some life-saving method at the last second to survive.”

Zira raised an eyebrow in doubt. There was no way a normal artifact could withstand that five layered spell.

If she had such an artifact to begin with, she wouldn’t have lost so badly.

‘No, it doesn’t matter . As long as she’s alive, everything will be fine,’ Zira added, pushing aside the questions.