黑人巨鞭大战中国妇女

Not every one of them could clearly witness the fighting but they could see the results of each blow.

What is that result that shocked even Azzy?

Well, it is the complete dominating performance of Vesyrn, who used the hidden skill to merge with the Dracolich and grew up the undead wings and horns, his left eye turned pitch-black with no visible pupil while his right eye turned golden.

Francis Blood and Yashna Night, the two 9-star rankers were forced to be on defensive as they had a hard time in following Vesyrn\'s movements after he was going through berserk mode too. An Arcana spirit usually has 1 soul skill per rank and then later develop a hidden skill after reaching rank-7.

But, Vesyrn had so far displayed nine soul skills so far, higher than his soul rank, and then merged two hidden skills to raise his realm to the advanced stage of Supreme realm, albeit temporarily.

His skin turned deep red and several patches of the removal of the skin were happening all over his body; nevertheless, he continued to keep his assault against the two clan leaders.

Had it been someone else like people that harbored ill intentions, they would have used counterattack measures to make sure Vesyrn doesn\'t stay alive, but it is Francis and Yashna, who were loyal to the clan village for thousands of years.

They couldn\'t help but become impressed with Vesyrn\'s ability to force them into defense and neither of them wanted to defeat him, acknowledging his prowess and focusing on playing this out. If the Clan leader is strong, then, it would only benefit the clan anyway. Moreover, the one who was assaulting them is someone who hadn\'t even reached 100 years of age.

As a result, neither of them launched any soul skills against Vesyrn but made sure they don\'t get hurt too.

In the end, three minutes were up and Azzy shouted that the time is up, declaring Vesyrn as the winner of this challenge and stopping the battle.

Vesyrn finally halted, taking heavy breaths. As he dismissed the transformation, he looked very haggard and most of his fleshy muscles is visible under patched skin.

"Monarch" "Monarch" "Monarch" "Monarch"

The cheering of the monarch resounded in the stadium higher than ever and Vesyrn raised his fist above his head, with his head hung down and taking heavy breaths.

He forced himself to slightly raise his head to look at the perfectly-fine oldies except for a few scratches here and there on their arms, "I… hope… you… *cough* *cough* ful… fulfill our wag…"

*Thud*

He collapsed before he finished his sentence, earning a collective gasp from the audience. Azzy dismissed the protective barrier and rushed forward, grabbing him, "Dad…"

He hurriedly took out an 8-golden-star healing card and applied it. After healing his wounds, he went on checking his internal condition and sensed that his soul energy is raging, destroying his organs. "This…" Azzy couldn\'t help but frown. He was about to ask the Reaper for an advice.

"It\'s an issue, my child," spoke Francis in a soft tone as he trudged forward and reached them, diverting Azzy\'s attention. A familiar but slightly different scarlet seal was conjured above his palms before it was launched onto Vesyrn\'s body. It struck him and disappeared inside his body.

Azzy didn\'t try to block it as he recognized the seal. It is the Decarune seal, although this was in scarlet color.

In an instant, Vesyrn\'s body condition became normal once again. But, at the same time, his soul orb was sealed

After observing the results, Azzy couldn\'t help but raise his head to look at the old man and ask, "When will my father\'s condition become normal?"

Francis stroked his beard, "It\'s not an issue. Once his Arcana spirit revives within 3 days, it will get it under control on its own. There\'s nothing to worry about him. If you have anything to worry about, it is the tournament. I guess because of us old fools, the environment you were trying to create was damaged. The candidates won\'t be in a state to battle right now."

"And most importantly, we need to wait until the residual energy left behind the battle was cleared. It is toxic to those who hadn\'t reached rank-7, if you start the finals right away," Yashna commented, adding it to Francis\' warning while dusting off her clothes.

Francis nodded, "She is right."

"Let\'s take His Majesty to the palace for his recuperation," said Yashna and turned around to leave. As if she remembered something important, she halted her footsteps and turned around to face Francis, "Clan Leader Francis, His Majesty had shown me that there is nothing to worry about the clan falling into chaos because our opposite ideologies.

So, I will put my trust in his leadership for now and give him a century. If he fails to manage the clan properly or a third supreme realm Arcana master fails to appear during this wait, I will once again raise my sword against you.

Then, not even the god will be able to stop our battle to death." She then glanced to Azzy, "I heard that His Majesty had a bet with my Night clan, regarding a disciple of us. The Night clan withdraws from the battle. You can have her as your disciple as you wish."

After saying what she wants to, Yashna Night was once again shrouded in darkness before disappearing from everyone\'s sight.

Francis also flew away from the platform as the helpers arrived with a stretcher.

Azzy couldn\'t help but stare at his bank, thinking, "this oldie from the Night Clan. She is just like Avia, unrestrained, bold, but still think for the welfare of the clan. On the other hand, the Blood Clan\'s leader sure looked mighty.

I saw Yashna Night struggled a bit not to use her soul skills and purely relied on her speed, but this man just played along by pretending to be serious, or I should say, he clearly toyed with dad. Many times, he even purposely gotten hit. No wonder even the ancestor treats him as an equal.

Anyway, I need to take care of the current scenario. While their battle served the purpose that the tournament was held in the first place, we still need to finish it to declare the result. Hmm… postponing is better."

As the helpers took away Vesyrn on a stretcher, Azzy announced that the clan leader sparring sessions were concluded and after the lunch break, the finals will be started. He asks the candidates to use this time in digesting whatever they learned from the earlier battles they witnessed.

He escorted his father to the palace, where his mother was also staying. She didn\'t attend the finals with an excuse of having a social gathering with her friends, the noble ladies from different clans who weren\'t interested in fighting but still wants to use this opportunity to get out of their houses.

With her daughter on the side, she was engaged in their usual ladies\' gossiping session but the female soldier\'s sudden barging into the quarters and secretly informing her about Vesyrn\'s state forced her to leave the room and go to the Monarch\'s chamber, where he was seen in an unconscious state with Azzy standing on the side.

"Azzy, What happened?" She gasped at the sight of her husband lying there on the bed in an unconscious state and she couldn\'t sense a droplet of soul energy inside his body.

"Dad…" Little Affea scurried toward the bed, worried about her father.

Azzy patted his sister and explained everything to his mom, who teared up after listening to everything, "why did he have to risk his life for such a thing…" She caressed her husband\'s face, speaking in a hushed tone.

Azzy could only let out a sigh, "You know why."

"It\'s all that old man\'s fault," Izora became angry at once, the Protos energy lightly seeped out of her body and formed a layer over her skin. "He left the clan in Vesyrn\'s hands when he wasn\'t even ready to take over the throne. That selfish old prick wants to focus on gaining his strength without thinking about what his successor would have to go through."

Azzy frowned at the sight of Protos energy trying to take over her body and he quickly placed his palm on her back, sending a streak of his death energy into her body, commanding, "Go back right now."

As if the consciousness of the Protos energy inside her feared Azzy or his death energy, it quickly retracted into her soul orb, returning Izora to her senses.

"Wha… What happened, just now?" Her face filled with confusion.

In response, Azzy asked in a serious tone, "I thought you had Protos energy under your control since the start. Since when did you start losing control over it, Mom? Is this the reason you wanted me to suppress your soul realm?"