Chapter 157: Four Battles
by 夜阑妖歌Chapter 157: Four Battles
Wen Ying held his ground, justified in his actions, for he had not violated any rules.
For the third match, Scarlet from the Wyvern Clan stepped forward immediately. Wen Ying was taken aback. Was one of the favorites entering so early?
Scarlet flexed his hands, his gaze sharp. "I want to see if you can still conserve your energy against me."
His inner demons chimed in agreement. This was Scarlet they were talking about. They didn't believe that Wen Ying could defeat his opponent without much expenditure.
Wen Ying raised an eyebrow. "Do you still remember our previous promise?"
Scarlet's brows furrowed, a chilling thought lurking at the back of his mind.
Wen Ying grinned. "Back then, I won our bet, and you had to serve as my slave for a period of time. Isn't that timeframe still valid?"
The arena fell silent.
Scarlet: "...F*ck."
Wen Ying didn't say a word but pointed at the arena below. Scarlet's face alternated between pale and flush as he reluctantly jumped down.
Scarlet Crow, Wu Shaluo, gave a glance to the Second Class Fallen Angel, Huiguo, sitting beside him. Huiguo stood up and flew onto the arena, sneering coldly, "I owe you one from before. Today, I'll return the favor."
Huiguo spread his black wings, and electric arcs flickered across the metallic-black feathers. The sizzling sound of electricity filled the air, making the atmosphere tense.
The elderly demon referee, with an indifferent tone, announced, "Begin."
"Whoosh—"
A flurry of metallic black feathers shot at Wen Ying like a rain of arrows. After casting the first spell, while Wen Ying was still dealing with it, Huiguo started preparing his second spell.
A few black feathers detached from the flock and shot around Wen Ying. When they pierced into the ground, purple currents flowed out between them, connecting like threads and forming a square.
Silently and swiftly, Huiguo chanted a spell, then threw out another black feather that flew above Wen Ying's head.
The black feather hovering above Wen Ying seemed to connect with the surrounding square formation of feathers. Once connected, it formed a ground-bound magic prison. As the spell took shape, Huiguo continuously shot metallic black feathers to prevent Wen Ying from leaving the confines of the square.
Wen Ying's tail swished towards one of the feathers on the ground. A magic card flew out from his platinum-tipped white tail, transforming into four metal stakes that pierced through the feather from three corners and the center above.
With only a corner of the black feather remaining before him, Wen Ying wrapped his right hand in his magic, forcefully pulling it out.
Huiguo didn't expect this spell to succeed. He already had a backup plan. He distanced himself from Wen Ying, interlacing his hands. Bolts of lightning, formed from his magic, continuously shot out from his palms, striking down at Wen Ying.
Branches extended from the shadows cast by Wen Ying, precisely deflecting each bolt of lightning. From the spectator stands, the branches seemed to be dancing wildly with astonishing speed, not missing a single bolt of lightning.
Huiguo raised both hands, condensing a ball of lightning in his palms. Arcs of electricity flashing from his black wings converged above his head. The lightning ball, starting the size of a ping-pong ball, rapidly expanded to about one meter in diameter before being hurled towards Wen Ying with tremendous force.
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Wen Ying remained grounded, not taking flight. Now, with the aggressive and dominant lightning magic above his head, he felt a strong resistance to ascending into the air.
Huiguo's strategy was to keep his distance from Wen Ying. As long as he maintained that distance, Wen Ying would have to use magic, inevitably depleting his magic power. Huiguo's lips curved into a cruel yet pleased smile as he watched Wen Ying below employing various spells to counter his own. With an arrogant gaze, he thought, 'He's just a Mirror Demon, albeit a bit special. There's no way he could turn the tables.'
This hateful Mirror Demon, in cahoots with Essence, forced him to agree not to touch any other demon for a year, slowing down his power progression. He remembered that debt well.
The smug High Demon was oblivious to the increasing number of silver-white branches covering almost the entire arena. As Huiguo flew mid-air, his feet were surrounded by those branches.
Indeed, some of the demons watching from the sidelines could see through it, but according to the rules of the ranking matches, they were not allowed to alert the competitors. Their hearts burned with anxiety.
Each effortless victory Wen Ying secured was a slap in the face to these high-ranking demons, causing a stinging pain. Those who had bet on Wen Ying only being able to win three consecutive matches were especially anxious.
Muershi taunted Wu Shaluo with a sneer, "Your cousin is going down this time."
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