The Seven Deadly Child
362 - Nostalgia
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"Hmmm…. What a fool to give your opponent a chance!" The hooded man muttered, before starting to swing the two twin blades in his hand.
Along with the swing, a strange fog of deep white and very cold air, now began to spread widely throughout the Ring Arena. Close anyone's vision to see what's going on.
"Haha….! Now what can you do!" Shouted the hooded man in the thick white fog. Feeling very satisfied because it has been able to trap Theo.
Inside the strange fog, he as the owner of two twin blades, seemed to be able to fully control the movement of the fog that now enveloped the entire Ring Arena.
Having control over the white mist, the hooded man could clearly see whatever was inside his fog blanket. In addition, he can also freely move anyone who is trapped inside.
While putting on a triumphant big smile, the hooded man began to make coordination steps, arranging for his two comrades to launch a sneak combination attack on Theo.
On the other hand, Theo himself who was now trapped in the fog, and was the target of several sneak attacks, seemed to have no expression of panic in the slightest. His eyes are still very sharp. It still even retained a wide grin on his face.
"Eye of Agamoto is active!" Theo muttered.
Along with his mutterings, the black eyes made from a series of strange seals, began to open right in the middle of Theo's forehead. An intense aura of darkness, also began to radiate out from the glare of these sharp black eyes.
*Slaaaass.hh…!!!
*Slaaaass.hh….!!!
*About….!!!
In the thick white fog, where no one could see what was going on, the sounds of collisions between metals now rang out.
This caused the thousands of spectators who had all focused their attention on the course of the battle in the Sword Arena, which had been so interesting since the first second of the match, to begin putting on impatient facial expressions. Feeling the intriguing spectacle they have been robbed by a strange taknik issued by hooded men members of the Barbarian Tribe.
"Hhh….!!! Goddamnit! That's cheating!" Shouted one of the spectators with an annoyed face.
The shout of one of these spectators, immediately ignited the emotions of the other spectators.
"Yahhh…!! That's cheating! What technique is that? Isn't the Sword Arena supposed to be only focused on the use of sword techniques?" Another audience.
"I agree! Even though the masked participant before him also issued a strange technique, but he still used very beautiful sword movement attacks in slashing every opponent!"
"Better of the Dark Guild! It's cheating! That technique obviously harmed him the masked man!"
"That's right!"
"Stop fighting!"
"Not at all!"
"It sucks!"
Hundreds of mockings and cries of protest are now echoing throughout the stands. Causing the atmosphere of the Death Arena to become extremely rowdy.
"Silence all of you!" Snapped one of the Dark Guild Assassins who served as a security guard.
"Aren't you just upset that you can't see the game! Why develop into a demand for justice!" Add another Dark Guild Assassin.
On the other hand, feeling that the situation was starting to develop uncontrollably, the Dark Guild elder who served as the host immediately intervened to dampen the atmosphere.
"The spectators! Please be smarter! If you want to discuss the rules, the technique issued by the number 56 participants, does not violate any rules!" Said the elder.
Hearing the words of the Dark Guild elders, the spectators who were clearly still in disbelief, as indeed their need was actually a spectacle, still threw out a few lines of protest.
However, feeling that no rules were broken, this time the Dark Guild as the organizer of the Death Arena, simply ignored. Not giving any response.
Until then, some spectators started throwing garbage at the Ring Arena. An act that triggers other spectators to do the same as a sign of protest.
Seeing this, of course the security guards from the Dark Guild who were all professional Assassins, furiously stared at the spectator stands. The aura of intense darkness now began to sembakly envelop the entire Tribune.
"Bright…! What are you guys really worried about? If you want to discuss the loss, if you can see what is happening in there, you might actually start to feel sorry for the group of 3 fighters from the Barbarian Tribe!"
In the midst of the uproar that occurred, one of the spectators who had a sepuh stature, made a comment. Causing the people around him, who could hear the words of the old man, immediately turned his head while frowning.
"Old man, can you see what is happening above the Sword Arena?" Ask the audience next to the old man.
"Well, more or less so!" The old man replied, he was none other than Elder Delario who was disguised as a spectator. Help Theo to bet on his own behalf.
"How's the fight going?" Ask the audience before.
Hearing the question, Elder Delario did not immediately give an answer, his eyes which were currently enveloped by the dense stream of Dark Mana, were still focused on looking towards the Sword Arena Ring.
"In a moment you'll know for yourself the results!" Elder Delario replied, with a very enthusiastic facial expression.
"Young master, you're really something! The borrowing power of one of the strongest Devils, Gusion?"
"It is fitting that Lord Santiago gives you the title of Godfather! Now I understand!" Delario Gumam.
The murmur greeted by the audience next to the one who had previously asked, with an astonished look of incomprehension.
Meanwhile, the atmosphere of the audience stands was still extremely rowdy and started to spiral out of control, making the several Dark Guild Assassins on guard about to take action, until then, suddenly there were loud cries like people were in great pain from above the Sword Arena Ring that was still covered in thick white mist.
The cries, inevitably make the noise that occurs, begin to subside. Every spectator now refocused their attention towards the Sword Arena Ring.
A short while later, after an extremely heartbreaking cry of pain rang out, the thick white mist that from earlier enveloped the Sword Arena Ring, slowly disappeared.
And once the spectators could see clearly, a shocking sight soon found them above the Ring.
Theo who according to almost the entire audience would be the one who was at a disadvantage from the strange fog technique before him, was now still standing upright without any injuries on his body.
While the three opponents, two died with body parts cut into pieces, and another one was a hooded man, writhing in pain on the floor of the Sword Arena Ring while pressing one of his arms that had been stumped.
The man's own hood was now exposed, while the two twin knives that became his weapons were lying on the floor not far from him.
"How come? Why are you reading my technique?" The Barbarian Tribe. While groaning withstood the pain.
Hearing the question, Theo did not answer, only began to walk slowly towards the two twin blades. He picked up the two knives, looking deeply.
"You ask how can it be? How funny!" Theo muttered.
"What if I told you that I was the one who forged and inserted the Crystal Plant from the Udumbara Flower into these two twin blades?" Ask Theo.
"You.." Hearing Theo's words, the members of the Barbarian Tribe immediately put on a shocked facial expression. So shocked that I couldn't continue the sentence.
"Eternal Mystical Mist, what a nostalgia!" Theo muttered softly, before returning to set his sights on the members of the Barbarian Tribe.
"Before I cut off your head and give it to Lucius as a gift, do you have any last words?"
"Braveheart Sirius!" Theo asked, with a wide grin again adorning his face.
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