Elementalists
Chapter 157 - Betting
Seconds count, one of the strongest Warlocks of the Witch race disappeared. The aura of darkness like the night sky smeared his body, he reappeared right in the middle of the arena. His hand hinted Arya to go down there, if not. He will know the consequences.
Without many people noticing, a faint smile adorned the face of the white-haired boy. As he walked, Ryan caught his hand. The terrified expression was also a pale face like stale milk staring back at Arya.
‘YOU ARE CRAZY!?’ he said without a sound.
“Maybe, hehehe” whispered Arya relaxed.
The flickering of her Divina Academy milk uniform robes stole the attention of all eyes, some of the people who recognized her were naturally shocked. Including Merlin and Morgiana, because both know how dangerous the current conditions are.
“I don't understand his mind”
“Who cares? Come show an interesting show for us, who would have thought back to Magihavoc right – right decision” Friska chuckled happy to hear the word – said his childhood friend's wonder.
Meanwhile, there was a heated discussion on the table of the Great Witch. The three guests asked – a heartfelt question about the identity of the insane child there, because disrupting the fight is an insult. What else if done by the host.
“Vrivana Payne? You wanna shut up? Your students can be wretched you know, hohoho” frail man chairman Wonder Invocation glanced at the girl with a black dress. His name is Deviar Udafarihm, he is the best Shaman title holder since fifty years ago until now.
“Open your eyes well – good senile old man, obviously – clear he's a student of this school. For what people – my people sit in the audience” replied the woman was ketus.
“Do you want to explain something? Professor Iruphior?” men – brunettes asked in doubt to the Headmaster.
“Hmm? You think I'm hiding the important thing Aluxium?”
“I don't mean to be disrespectful, but every one of you is interested. At first glance there is a flash of light in your eyes” said Aluxium Ulzegrus, leader of Evil Destroyer.
“Hahaha..
“HAH?!” immediately their eyes stared intently at Iruphior.
“My friend, your joke is not funny at all” Deviar looks down on it.
“Please if you think I'm lying, but remember. I've warned you, you should keep a good eye on – him if you don't want to regret when the tournament starts. I hope Principal Lefay doesn't get too hard on him” muttered Ilzaxar Iruphior tapping his rhythmic fingers into the arm of his chair.
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Rhilore Lefay stomping – pounding feet impatiently, he was right – was upset the chance of his student dropping mentally the whole Divina Academy failed because of the Necromancer boy snot. The child enters the arena.
The Warlock darted then released a powerful punch that flowed magic energy, the impact of the podium wall behind Arya crumbling almost knocked down by the black aura. Rhilore Lefay's satisfied smile but did not last long, because of the young man's indifferent expression before him.
“Fyuh! Just now almost once” Arya cleaned the dust on the shoulder of her cloak.
“Son, give a reasonable reason you interrupted the duel just now or I make sure the next attack will not miss your head”
“Mmm? Master really wants me to dismantle the previous foul treatment? I think everyone who has eyes can see it”
“Explain you mean” Rhilore raised next to an eyebrow.
“Throwing dust? The honorable witch fight? Hehehe nonsense, your student is right – is really funny” said Arya smiling followed by laughter restrained the audience around.
Rhilore realizes their mistake, as his protege attempts to avenge Arya's subtle innuendo. He immediately acted quickly to hold back, finished admitting there was indeed a dirty action during the match. This man in black clothes turned around wanting to leave.
“You know? My child knows if doing wrong should do what?”
“Keparat! Pull back word – word—“
“Kukan” Rhilore whispered firmly and directly obeyed by the student.
Sierra looked amazed after the boy bowed his head apologizing to him, anyone knowing the arrogance of the students of the five great academies. Because they are also so, it is clear that the man – men clenched their hands hard due to annoyance and do not accept this treatment.
“Hah? No kidding! What a mistake I made to *******small*like you!”
“Sstt! Can you shut up your mouth trash? Your words can cause the ears of all the audience to bleed, who is talking to you? I'm giving a question to Mr Lefay, or would you rather be called the Headmaster of the Holy Fist School?”
The air pressure that had started to calm down again churned, Rhilore Lefay turned his head. His eyes seemed ready to tear – shred Arya's body, but the target can still put on his best smile.
“Nak? You want to die young? I suggest enjoying life first” the man's hand grips let out a terrible aura.
“You made me come down here to help my schoolmate, don't I deserve your forgiveness?”
“We'll see if you deserve”
“Stop delirious, I can win against a Great Witch” said Arya shrugged both shoulders.
“Then?”
“Mari bet”
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“Pfft...!? I admit that he was – absolutely crazy! But your worried face is so funny Arietta! Hahaha!!” Ward Mock tried his hardest to hold back the laughter.
“Whispering!”
Arietta Brevil was indeed unable to calm down, her heart kept beating faster every single one of her reckless disciples provoked the representatives of the Evil Destroyer. Especially after the child submitted another unreasonable bet to Rhilore Lefay.
Because if fighting directly against the high-capability Warlock academy Headmaster himself has a chance of winning zero percent, Arya offers what if he is replaced by his student.
The Witch is the man who was Sierra's opponent before, without a second thought. The disciple reached out and pleaded with Rhilore to agree, it was clear that he had a grudge as well as ill intentions towards Arya.
Once official, Rhilore wants if Arya loses. Then he has the right to do anything to deter the brat, but if even Arya wins. He asks Rhilore to apologize while putting his head on the floor.
Hearing the two parties have the same – equally agreed, Arietta can not sit back again. This could be the last time he meets his favorite student.
“Calm Arietta, the match almost started” Mascia stopped the restless motion of his colleague.
In the arena, Arya and her enemies face each other. Seringai sangar memuakan performed by the student Evil Destroyer, while echoing the book – knuckles, he walked closer and closer.
“I'll teach you a rancid boy lesson!”
“Please her guidance senior” Arya gives polite greetings.
“Necromancer flabby like you can what huh!?”
The fight ended in seconds, the bongsor man's punch was held in one hand by Arya.
“Tetete, I was able to do this”
BUACH! KRAKK!
“ARGGH!!”
Arya hit the hand of her enemy, immediately heard the sound of crumbling bones followed by a sad scream like a wounded animal. Arya spun in place before landing a hard kick on the boy's neck making himself fly out of the arena.
The atmosphere of the location was silent for a while, Arya stepped towards the edge and then held Sierra's hand. He held the girl's hand high – high like announcing the winner, a standing ovation exploded while they were in the middle of the arena.
“There's something you want to say? Mister?” tagih Arya stared at the seats of the Great Witches.