Although Aster Grant hardly made a move, as a Tier Five Beast Tar, Peter Lawson keenly sensed that those rumors might be wrong.
This boy rumored to have cheated for an SSS evaluation, might not be that simple.
"The competition begins!"
Peter Lawson took a deep breath, looking determinedly at Aster Grant on the opposite side.
He knew very well that the chances of winning this match were slim, but as a Beast Tar, he at least needed to demonstrate his own dignity.
"Rock Turtle, use Rock Wall!"
A mud-yellow wall appeared instantly in front of him.
"At least... I need to hold on for three minutes."
Peter Lawson silently set a goal for himself in his heart.
However, the chasm between ideal and reality was vividly displayed at that mont.
Lazuli’s attributes had long surpassed those of similar-level Beastbonds.
If she exerted her full strength, not to ntion Awakening Tier Five, even a defense-type beast at Tier Eight couldn’t withstand a single encounter before her.
Aster Grant looked at Peter Lawson who was fully prepared, with a hint of appreciation in his eyes.
At least, this Beast Tar, knowing well the large gap in strength, still had the courage to fight.
"Lazuli, stop when appropriate."
Before the words finished, a streak of white flashed by.
The fully defensive Rock Turtle didn’t even have ti to react, and its heavy body crashed to the ground, completely losing consciousness.
Peter Lawson stared blankly at his beast and took a while to co to his senses.
He shook his head with a bitter smile and raised his right hand: "Judge, I concede."
"Aster Grant wins!"
With the judge’s announcent, the whole audience was in an uproar.
"What’s going on? Peter Lawson is a Tier Five Beast Tar!"
"So fast! I just saw a white flash... and it was over?"
"Aster Grant’s strength... doesn’t seem much inferior to Mason Cheney!"
The voices of discussion rose and fell among the audience, and many began to reassess Aster Grant’s strength.
Below the stage, Mason Cheney curled his lips into a cold smile.
Others might not have clearly seen what happened just now, but his Succubus, being a Spiritual Type beast, had already captured everything.
"Mason," the Succubus whispered in his ear, "it’s confird, that Angel’s spiritual fluctuations are indeed Awakening Tier Six."
Upon hearing this, a gleam of confidence flickered in Mason Cheney’s eyes.
"In the second match, Mason Cheney versus Bianca Shelby!"
The judge’s voice tily echoed, redirecting everyone’s attention back to the arena.
Mason Cheney adjusted his collar and walked to the stage with a composed gait.
As he passed by Aster Grant, he deliberately slowed his steps, giving a aningful look.
Upon seeing this look, Aster Grant slightly furrowed his brow.
What does Mason Cheney an?
But...
His gaze swept over the Succubus.
[Succubus]
[Talent: Epic Two Stars]
[Level: Awakening Tier Eight]
[Attributes: Dark Elent, Spiritual Type]
[Power: 110]
[Constitution: 108]
[Spiritual: 184]
[Speed: 120]
[Skills: Desire Absorption, Enchanting Eyes]
Awakening Tier Eight!
No wonder Mason Cheney was so confident, it turns out he had cultivated the Succubus to this level.
But...
Does Mason Cheney think that an Awakening Tier Eight Succubus can best him?
Interesting!
"Master, later I must teach that villain a good lesson!"
Lazuli puffed up with indignation, waving her small fists, with Silverwing restlessly fluttering behind her.
Ever since she knew about the Succubus’s betrayal, she had been keeping this account.
Aster Grant chuckled, reaching out to ruffle her soft silver hair:
"Alright, I’ll do as you say."
"Mmm..."
Lazuli imdiately squinted her eyes like a petted cat, unconsciously nuzzling his palm.
But soon rembered sothing and stiffened her little face:
"Master, that girl shouldn’t be the Succubus’s match!"
Aster Grant followed her gaze towards the ring.
Bianca Shelby stood there with her lips bitten tightly, her black hair fluttering in the wind.
The fur of the Snow Shadow Wolf in front of her bristled, but it couldn’t conceal the slight trembling of its limbs.
"Awakening Tier Seven at least..."
Bianca Shelby’s clenched fists turned white at the knuckles.
The two-tier level gap, coupled with the suppression of Epic-level talent, made the outco of this battle almost a foregone conclusion.
But when her peripheral vision caught Aster Grant’s gaze from below the stage, she straightened her back.
"Snow Shadow, prepare for battle."
Even if she knew she would lose, she would not give up.
Especially...
"The match begins!"
At the fall of the judge’s voice, the Succubus’s silhouette instantly vanished from the spot.
"Slap!"
The crisp sound of a slap exploded on the stage.
Bianca Shelby staggered back a few steps, and a bright red palm print imdiately appeared on her left cheek.
The audience erupted instantly.
"What...what, the beast actually attacked the person? Is that allowed?"
"It seems indeed, there’s no rule forbidding a beast from attacking the Beast Tar!"
"But it seems... this isn’t a match anymore, right? Isn’t this slap... sowhat insulting?"
Mason Cheney’s lips curled into a cruel smile:
"Oh dear, so sorry, my hand slipped."
He feigned innocence, spreading his hands, but his eyes shimred with a cold gleam.
This damn woman, delaying ti for Aster Grant before...
That ans, Aster Grant and this woman must have a good relationship.
Since it’s inconvenient to target Aster Grant for now, let’s start with his friend.
"Charm, continue."
He casually ordered, but his voice carried a piercing coldness.
The Succubus’s scarlet tongue slowly licked the fingertips, looking playful with a sense of pleasure.
The next three minutes turned the stage into Bianca Shelby’s purgatory...
"Mmm..."
Bianca Shelby curled up in pain, every ti she wanted to admit defeat, it was forcibly interrupted by the Succubus’s Spiritual Shock.
The Snow Shadow Wolf desperately tried to protect its master, but was frozen in place by just a look from the Succubus, only able to let out helpless whimpers.
"Ah!"
Another cry of pain, Bianca Shelby’s right shoulder was slashed open by the Succubus’s sharp claws, leaving three bloody gashes.
Blood dripped down her fair arm, blooming into glaring red plums on the stage.
The judge on the side was about to intervene, but was pinned in place by Mason Cheney’s sinister gaze.
Faced with the young master of the Cheneys, he ultimately lacked the courage to step forward.
While below the stage, Aster Grant frowned deeply upon witnessing this scene.
It could hardly be considered a match, more like a public humiliation!
But what grudge does Mason Cheney have with Bianca Shelby?
Wait!
A sudden hypothesis popped into his mind.
Could it be because of him?!
He looked up, just catching Mason Cheney’s triumphant gaze.
It was indeed because of him!
Bianca Shelby suffered an undeserved calamity!
And Lazuli, upon seeing this scene, had tears of rage in her eyes.
"Master, how could that beast act this way!"
"During a match, why attack the Beast Tar, isn’t this supposed to be between beasts?"
"Why doesn’t the judge call a stop? That girl has obviously lost already!"
Faced with Lazuli’s questions, Aster Grant suddenly didn’t know how to respond.
After a mont of hesitation, he gently pulled Lazuli into his arms, his gaze coldly locking onto Mason Cheney on the stage.
The idea is to provoke this way?
Aster Grant’s lips curled into a dangerous curve.
Congratulations, you’ve indeed done it.
But...
Can you bear the consequences of doing this?
Mason Cheney!!
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