Perran stared at the chaos of the arena with profound boredom, a hint of frustration clouding his perfect features. "This competition is interesting... But, where is God Wolf? Mother said he is in the upper world. Don’t tell I have to act before he reveals himself."
Matilda suddenly froze, turning her gaze toward Sunny. "Do you think Mr. Alex is God Wolf?" she whispered.
"God Wolf is a cunning person; he not only deceived the owner of this body and escaped, but he is also building his empire. Think about it," she urged.
"God Wolf always makes sure to build his empire, mainly by buying people, developing their hos and lives... That is exactly what Alex is doing."
Perran pondered this. "That ans Alex is related to God Wolf, or perhaps a highly valued general. I don’t think he is God Wolf himself." He nodded, a plan forming in his eyes, and began to walk, slowly and deliberately, toward Qin Wei and her moonlight soldiers.
"What are you doing?" Matilda whispered, confused by his direct action, which seed to abandon their observation strategy.
"If Alex is working for God Wolf, he won’t stay back and do nothing if he sees I’m about to kill him," Perran explained, his movent the ultimate test.
The remaining fighters and the Elders imdiately grew anxious upon seeing Perran move. They instinctively backed away from the zone of guaranteed destruction that followed him.
Perran stopped twenty ters from Qin Wei. His voice was calm, but carried the weight of an executioner. "Hand over the crown."
On the Qin Family platform, the mother and brother panicked. "Give it to him!!!" Qin Li scread.
"Yes!! Give it to him, you already did your best!" the mother echoed.
Their father, a handso man with blonde hair, fixed his gaze on Sunny. "Why are you two yelling? She can’t hear you." He turned his attention back to his daughter, a grudging respect in his eyes:
"Qin Wei is smart, but she never knows when to back down." He sighed. "She will have to back down in this confrontation."
On the arena floor, Sunny, tired of standing amid the tension, casually sat down on the ground. "What will she do now?" he muttered, curious to see her tactic.
Qin Wei glanced around. She knew she was no match for the existential threat before her. She was smart enough not to waste her unique skill. Without hesitation, she sent her twenty moonlight soldiers toward Perran to buy a split second of ti, and with a powerful heave, she threw the crown high into the air.
Perran frowned at the trivial distraction. He snapped his fingers, and instantly, all the moonlight soldiers shattered into shimring dust. He turned around, his eyes—and everyone else’s—fixed on the flying crown.
The crown, arcing high, descended perfectly, landing squarely on Sunny’s lap.
"....?!!"
Sunny was stunned. He closed his eyes for only a second, accepting the fate thrust upon him, then quickly got to his feet. He t Qin Wei’s gaze, seeing the cunning glint in her eyes as she rapidly created distance from Perran.
’Did she just use as a shield? Smart, but dangerous,’ he thought.
WHOOSH!!!!
"....?!!!"
BOOOOOOM!!!!!!
Everyone gasped in shock. Josephine and almost the entire audience jumped to their feet. Perran had made his move—a blur of speed that defied the Sixth Order limits. He appeared before Sunny in an instant and delivered a devastating punch... But...
"Wow... You really want this crown," Sunny muttered, now standing several yards away from the crater where he had been sitting.
’He... He dodged?’
Perran was genuinely stunned. He had claid to reduce his strength from Ninth Order to Sixth Order, but in reality, he was using a Seventh Order level of speed and force. Yet, Sunny, a supposed Sixth Order, had not only kept up but evaded him entirely.
"It seems you want to fight, kid," Sunny said with a sneer, placing the psychological pressure back on the boy.
Perran slowly stood upright, the ground before him now a massive crater from the force of his strike.
Sunny, still holding the crown, smiled. He casually tossed it back to Perran. "Take back the crown."
Perran caught the crown reflexively. "Hahahaha! If you had given soone else the crown, I wouldn’t be able to attack you due to the rule, but you just handed —"
WHOOSH!!
"Huh?!"
BAM!!!!
A straight punch, delivered with impossible speed, smashed into Perran’s defensive hands. The force of the strike, far surpassing the limits of a regular Sixth Order attack, sent the Child of Destruction reeling back one hundred ters, his feet carving deep, scorched marks into the arena ground.
’This?!’
Perran stabilized himself, staring at Sunny in shock. The technique Sunny used was identical to his own specialized skill: channeling Spirit Energy into agility, and at the mont of impact, the stored agility stat instantly transfers to boost the strike’s strength. But Sunny had not only used his skill but had also completely caught him off-guard by attacking the mont he was rendered "safe" by the rule change.
On the Elders’ platform, three Elders leaped to their feet.
"Did soone just give the Child of Destruction a solid hit?!" one asked in shock.
"Wow... Who is that young man?" the Second Elder asked in awe.
"He might actually win and secure the throne," the third Elder speculated, hope rising.
Elder Nicolette frowned, her voice icy. "How? He is only a Sixth Order. If he angered the Child of Destruction, he will unleash his full strength of a Ninth Order. How do you expect a Sixth Order to still win? We too, will be powerless."
The others slowly nodded, sinking back into their seats.
"But... It won’t hurt to have hope," Nicolette conceded, her gaze nonetheless fixed on the unprecedented developnt.
On the arena floor, Perran cracked his neck, the impact already absorbed, his deanor now one of genuine interest, replacing his earlier boredom. He placed the crown on his head.
"Okay, Mr. Alex... Let’s have a good fight."
BOOOOOOM!!
His spirit energy, deep and terrifying as an abyss, burst outward from him, a devastating shockwave. The power was so concentrated that anyone the expanding wave touched instantly shattered into dust, causing mass panic among the remaining low-order contestants.
Sunny scoffed, the System’s notifications now flashing constantly with the boy’s complex move set.
’System... Keep the skill shop on. And keep giving all the skills he uses, instantly adapting them to my level. I want to see how strong this Child of Destruction truly is before I use my transformation.’ he commanded ntally. The System, his ultimate equalizer, was ready to mimic, adapt, and exceed.
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