Perverted Otherworlder
/ Perverted Otherworlder 63 Final Round
After digging more information, nobody had ever won this competition. Everybody in the past event always lost to the representative and that red sword still ownerless. Nobody knew the identity of the representative because he or she always wore a mask and a black robe to hide his/her figure.
They all only know one thing and that was the representative's techniques were all from the Mist Clan. Some investigations were made and the Central Region was the most suspicious one, but it came out with nothing.
However, the crowd was more worried about Lyon instead. Someone that could pull off a really rare level ten soul spell must have a terrifying background. Retaliating was the least in their minds right now.
The judge gulped before saying, "The Final Round will begin immediately, you only have thirty minutes to take a break."
Only thirty minutes to take a break was truly a challenge for some, but Lyon could rest three times more efficient than normal cultivators. He could fight anyone with the same level cultivation for three days straight if the opponent could last long that is.
Lyon decided to take away the two pieces of the sword in his spatial ring and thinking of how to apologize to Charlie. (Oh I hope he is strong enough to not faint) thought Lyon.
Meanwhile, the boys went to the store to stock up their dumplings and half of the girls stayed to watch Lyon got beat up by the representatives.
*tap
*tap
Yiaz and Tiene decided to come out from the house and joined Lyon's friends.
"Mom? Why are you here?" asked Riku.
"I heard that your little boyfriend here had made it to the-"
"FRIENDS!" cut Yiaz.
Then Tiene glared at Yiaz which made him took ten steps back while keep mumbling 'I'm sorry!'.
"The neighbors were talking about it over and over and I decide to watch it," said Tiene.
"You mean us deciding it?" asked Yiaz from the back.
However, Tiene's glare made him changed his mind, "Yes, you decide it, my queen."
Riku's face was red as the other people were watching them. (This always happens!) thought Riku as she bit her lips. But soon she came over it.
"Oh yeah mom, you told me you ever made it to the finals right?" asked Riku. Her question instantly piqued Jugen and the rest.
"Hmm, yes I did," said Tiene as she was trying to recollect her fight.
"She did?" asked Karina.
"Yes, on the battle royal round, mom told dad to fight the last contestant and after he did so, mom told dad to surrender," said Riku while nodding repeatedly.
Black lines covered the listeners including some onlookers who overheard them.
"That representative is really fast, I had hard times keeping up with its movement," said Tiene as she turned serious.
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Years ago.
Two figures were standing on the familiar ring, one of them was wearing an expressionless mask and a black robe, while the other one was a beautiful woman full of vigor. She was the spitting image of Riku, Tiene.
"The final round, Tiene versus the representative, start!" said the judge.
*woosh
The representative quickly closed into Tiene with one step.
*clank
The crowd couldn't look the movement clearly, but all they knew was both Tiene and the representative had locked swords. Meanwhile, the young Yiaz was biting his fingers.
"'You're pretty fast," said Tiene while she began to sweat. However, the representative had no response.
*spark
The two crossed sword multiple times, proving the tenacity of their weapon and skill.
*thud
Tiene stepped back five times and prepared her skill, "Mist Art, Mist bullets!"
Tiene thrust her sword toward her enemy which was five-step away.
*shoot
As she thrusts, a mist condensed like a bullet aiming at the representative.
*spark
Her opponent stood on the ground and fend off every bullet she launched.
*cheer
The crowd was ecstatic seeing the actions of both. But Yiaz worried about Tiene's stamina, this battle was too intense for her.
(Tch! I only can use one more skill before my stamina ran out!) thought Tiene as she also kept parrying the representative attacks.
"That mask of yours is really annoying, I can't tell if you know fatigue or not," said Tiene in the middle of parrying. However, her opponent still didn't respond.
*tap
Her opponent seemed to misstep, (Chance!).
"Mist Art! Mist of the Half Moon!" shouted Tiene as she swings her sword downward.
*clank
*swirl
*stab
Before anyone realized it, Tiene's sword was flying and stabbed the ground outside the ring. While her neck was at the mercy of her opponent.
"Mist Heart!" shouted one of the onlookers.
"The art of deflecting your enemy by striking the core of your opponent's art," whispered Yiaz.
"The Final round is over! The winner was the representative!" declared the judge.
Since then, everybody had another clue about who was the representative. He or she was definitely from the Mist Clan.
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Now.
"And my cultivation at that time was level two Half-Divine realm," finished Tiene.
"Then don't you think this is dangerous for Lyon?" asked Riku.
"May-"
"Look its the representative!" said one of the onlookers.
All eyes were on one person. Its figure was taller than Lyon by a head and its mask was that of the emotionless mask like the one Jugen bought, or earn.
*swirl
*stab
A sword made out of crystal stabbed into the ring. (Wait, This looks familiar!) thought Lyon.
*swoosh
The figure jumped and somersault from outside the ring and land on the hilt of the sword.
The crowd was surprised at this event, (This is exactly like what Lyon about to do!) was what on their mind.
The figure lifted its right hand and pointed at Lyon, taunting him to come over.
*cheer
The crowd was in a high mood as they would expect a really intense battle.
Lyon smiled wryly in response.
Chapter end
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