In the midst of extre pain, the succubus finally couldn’t hold on and fell into a complete faint.
Aster Grant observed this and signaled to Lazuli with a glance.
Little Angel understood the cue and imdiately withdrew the Red Fla that covered the succubus’s body.
After all, this was under the eyes of everyone; if they truly killed the succubus in public, it would inevitably lead to criticism.
What’s more...
To destroy an Epic-level succubus like this would be... too much of a waste!
He gazed down thoughtfully at the unconscious succubus.
According to the wager agreent, Mason Cheney had been utterly defeated, and the right to dispose of this succubus naturally fell into his hands.
To re-enlist a beast that once betrayed him?
He had no such perverse interest!
However...
Bianca Shelby lost her Beastbond because of him.
And now... isn’t this the perfect opportunity to make up for that?
Although this succubus is unscrupulous, it has decent talent.
As long as Bianca Shelby signs a "Servant Contract" with it, it would not only compensate for her loss but also ensure that this succubus dares not harbor any impure thoughts again.
Ordinary Beast Taming Contracts are about equality and mutual assistance, but a Servant Contract is entirely different.
Once signed, the beast’s life, soul, and even thoughts are entirely under the master’s control.
Although such contracts are prohibited from use, given this succubus’s special circumstance...
Sean Sherman shouldn’t refuse!
After deciding on the succubus’s fate, Aster Grant’s gaze returned to Mason Cheney’s body.
At this mont, Mason Cheney was still crouching on the ground, his forehead pressed against the rough surface of the platform, hoarsely pleading:
"Brother Grant... please spare ..."
Aster Grant’s gaze darkened.
He had vowed to repay in multiples, and he must fulfill it!
From the mbers of Bianca Shelby’s team, he finally understood the circumstances.
Just because Bianca Shelby delayed for him for a few minutes, Mason Cheney treacherously attacked her like this.
Aster Grant walked forward slowly, his boots making a muffled sound on the platform.
"It’s ti to end this!"
Torturing others was not his intention, and the previous punishnt was enough to vent his anger.
Aster Grant looked down at the trembling Mason Cheney from a high vantage point.
"Mason Cheney, the account between you and is settled. Next... is the debt you owe Bianca Shelby."
"Of course—" He moved his wrist slightly, "Since she cannot personally collect the debt now, I’ll handle it for her."
Mason Cheney abruptly lifted his head, a look of terror flashing in his eyes.
"You broke her leg... So I’ll break all your limbs!"
No sooner had the words been spoken than the crisp sound of bones cracking echoed in succession before Mason Cheney could react.
"Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!"
The intense pain hit like a tidal wave, and Mason Cheney’s eyes rolled back as he fainted before he could even scream.
His limbs twisted at odd angles, like a marionette dismantled and left in pieces.
And the audience, witnessing this scene, collectively drew in a sharp breath.
"God Grant is so ruthless! To cripple all of Mason Cheney’s limbs in front of everyone! Is he not afraid of the Cheney family’s retaliation?"
"Open your eyes and take a look... Shane Cheney hasn’t moved from his seat the entire ti, it was clearly the City Lord’s intervention."
"That’s right, if it weren’t for the City Lord’s intervention, the referee would have already stepped in to stop it, wouldn’t he?"
At the edge of the platform, the referee suddenly stumbled.
The terrifying energy locking onto his entire body finally dissipated.
He glanced at Sean Sherman on the high platform, who had his eyes closed, and imdiately announced loudly:
"The winner of this duel is Aster Grant!"
The entire square fell into a brief silence, followed by a wave of thunderous cheers.
In stark contrast was the high platform’s VIP seats.
Shane Cheney’s five fingers were deeply embedded in the armrest, leaving five indentations in the solid wood.
His son had been publicly crippled and yet he couldn’t move a single finger.
This is too much!!
Shane Cheney’s eyes were blood-red, his chest roiling with overwhelming anger.
Seeing that the outco was decided, Sean Sherman finally spoke slowly:
"Vice Principal Cheney, it’s ti to announce Aster Grant as this year’s assessnt champion!"
Sean Sherman’s gentle tone carried a sharp warning.
If they still couldn’t recognize the situation, he didn’t mind helping reduce Lythos by one guild leader and vice principal.
However.
Shane Cheney abruptly turned his head, his eyes bloodshot:
"City Lord Sherman, do you think that this will let him get away with it?"
"Oh?"
Sean Sherman’s gaze suddenly turned cold, the energy around him swirling like a vast ocean.
As a City Lord, to be challenged so frequently by Shane Cheney, a High Tier Beast Tar, his cultivated deanor could no longer suppress his anger.
Yet Shane Cheney had already lost all reason.
With his only son publicly crippled, all that filled his eyes was a mad obsession.
"Aster Grant wasn’t even qualified to compete! He was late for more than half an hour, and by the rules, he should have been disqualified!"
"This is the Draconian Law! Even if you are the City Lord, you can’t change the fact that Aster Grant should be disqualified."
Sean Sherman’s brow furrowed, and after checking with his aides, his expression beca grave.
He had indeed overlooked this point...
When he arrived and saw Aster Grant already on the platform, he didn’t delve into the qualification issue.
He hadn’t expected this to have occurred before!
Now things were difficult.
Ian Cheney also caught on quickly and imdiately added:
"City Lord Sherman, rules are rules. Even an SSS-Level talent cannot stand above the rules."
"So Aster Grant’s qualification must be revoked!"
Sean Sherman found himself in a dilemma.
This was initially a trivial matter.
The school could have turned a blind eye, and it would have been over.
But at this mont, Shane Cheney and his son clung to the Draconian Law and refused to budge, escalating a simple tardiness issue to the level of national law.
Even as the City Lord of Lythos, he couldn’t have special privileges.
This was troubleso!
The delay in announcing the champion’s result caused growing unrest on site.
"What’s going on? Aster Grant clearly won the match, so why hasn’t the result been announced?"
"Could there be so error? Aster Grant followed the rules throughout the process."
"Wait... Aster Grant was late before the match started?"
In the center of the platform, Aster Grant slightly frowned.
In this world surrounded by alien beasts, Draconia implents warti managent regulations, where rules reign supre.
Because of this, he had adhered to all the rules during the competition, leaving no room for anyone to criticize.
But now it seems...
He looked up to the high platform and t Shane Cheney’s twisted smile.
After a brief mont of thought, he understood where the problem lay.
Still...
A smirk appeared on Aster Grant’s lips.
Even if the qualification were truly revoked, so what?
With Lazuli’s strength, there were special recruitnt channels, military recomndations...
There were enough ways to step into a prestigious academy!
Just a bit more of a hassle.
On the high platform, Ian Cheney was slowly getting up, ticulously tidying his refined cuffs.
With a victorious smile on his face, he began to speak slowly:
"After our discussion..."
He deliberately elongated his tone to capture the audience’s focus.
"Contestant Aster Grant is disqualified for serious tardiness!"
Before the final word was even uttered, an ear-piercing sound of sothing cutting through the air ca from the horizon.
Everyone looked up to see a massive bird with a wingspan of over thirty ters tearing through the clouds, casting a shadow that covered the entire square.
"Such courage!"
A thunderous voice bood from high above.
"I’d like to see who dares to cancel the college entrance qualification of a First-class Honor dal recipient!"
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