"Raj, are you sure you want to give this precious mana stone to ?" Aryan asked. "The mana it contains will be helpful for you to reach S-Rank."
"It’s you who needs to be in S-Rank, not ," I scoffed. "Keep it and beat that bastard to a pulp."
After handing the mana stone to him, I left the two to their spar and exited from the 100th floor with Jasmine.
"Hehe~! We have our first secret together," I chuckled, lightly patting Jasmine’s back.
"But Mr. Raj, when did you put that mana stone in the bag?" Jasmine asked, curiosity all over her face.
"Do you really want to know?" I answered her question with another question.
"Now that I think about it, please don’t answer it. I feel like the more I know you, the more trouble I will get into," Jasmine sighed.
After seeing off at the guild’s exit, Jasmine went inside, her mouth widening with an uncontrollable yawn.
It was already 3:00 in the early morning, so I made haste to return ho before the yin energy vanished from the surroundings.
Later on the sa day, a single ssage was posted from Rudra’s X account.
"This will be the last ti you visit Wankhede Stadium!"
Although he was laying low because his Soulforce was sealed, the intent behind his words was clear. He had accepted the challenge, making it official.
"I hope you won’t disappoint , brother," I sighed, putting away the phone.
"White Knight! Kill the demon quickly or it will eat ," Inayat insisted, sitting on my shoulders.
"As you wish, Princess Inayat."
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The next five days vanished while completing daily exercises and playing with Inayat, and the day of the deathmatch finally ca.
I sohow coaxed Inayat to stay with Maa at ho by buying her tons of toys and took the private helicopter Aryan had arranged for to reach the location of the duel.
When I looked from the air, the whole Wankhede Stadium was fully packed with spectators. Eight large displays were fixed at each corner of the stadium—half of them facing the ground while the remaining half faced outward, so the people who couldn’t enter the stadium could still watch the battle.
Even the area outside the stadium was filled with thousands of people, looking like ants from the air.
"Since they are going to lose their most precious asset, they decided to earn as much profit from this as possible," I chuckled inwardly, looking at the madness of the gathered crowd.
The helicopter landed at the center of the ground, drawing the attention of all the spectators, and the mont I walked out, waves of spectators’ booing attacked from all sides.
"Trash!"
"Trash!"
"Trash!"
Their derisive chants echoed through the stadium, clearly intended to pull a reaction out of .
Well, I did give them a reaction. A wide smile spread across my face as I placed one hand behind my back and swept the other along with my body, giving them a deep, theatrical bow—as if I were being honored by their cheers rather than mocked by their jeers.
After pissing off the crowd, I left the ground and reached one of the VIP cabins where Sister Aisha was sitting.
"I was worried that you would feel dejected by the behavior of the crowd, but you actually managed to agitate them further," Sister Aisha chuckled as I entered the cabin.
"I couldn’t care less about what random strangers think of ," I laughed, sitting beside her before asking, "Where is the geezer?"
"He just exited from the dungeon," Sister Aisha revealed. "It will take him an hour to reach here."
"He ca just now?" I exclaid. "Doesn’t he need rest before the battle?"
A calm smile appeared on Sister Aisha’s face as she answered, "When an Awakener ascends in rank, all of their fatigue automatically vanishes."
"You an—"
"Haha, it was all thanks to the mana stone you gave him, Brother Raj," Sister Aisha replied, cutting mid-sentence.
Before I could ask her the details, a sharp male voice echoed through the stadium.
"Ladies and gentlen... welco to Wankhede Stadium.
We’ve all seen Awakeners fight before—inside gates, on missions, sotis even in the middle of cities when things spiral out of control. It’s nothing new to this world.
But what’s about to happen tonight is different.
For the first ti ever, the world is going to witness an official battle between two high-ranked Awakeners.
Things might get bloody, and it’s possible that only one of them might walk out."
"They even hired a comntator?" I sighed, losing my faith in humanity. "They turned this serious deathmatch into so kind of sport."
"Since they couldn’t stop this match from occurring, they decided to earn as much as they could to recover the loss of a high-ranked Awakener, even if it’s the tiniest bit," Sister Aisha explained.
While I was conversing with Sister Aisha, the comntator continued in a loud, enthusiastic voice,
"Before moving to our main spotlight, let’s welco the esteed guests who have honored us with their presence today."
The large screen at the front that was showing the comntator’s face suddenly changed to an old man with short grey hair and a wrinkled, clean-shaven face, sitting in one of the VIP cabins and wearing formal attire.
"The Chairman of the Awakeners Association, and the only SS-Rank Awakener of India—Honorable Dr. Reyaan!"
"SS-Rank!?" I exclaid in surprise. "I didn’t know that we even had an SS-Rank Awakener."
"It’s understandable. Dr. Reyaan is the pillar of this country and the only reason why the Awakeners haven’t taken over the governnt yet. So revealing even the tiniest amount of information about him on the internet is considered a cri," Sister Aisha explained, her voice laced with pride.
"From the way you’re speaking, you must respect him a lot."
"Hehehe! Was it that obvious?" Sister Aisha chuckled. "Well, he is really an incredible and honorable person. Also..."
Taking a brief pause, she revealed, "He is also my father."
"Oh haha, he is your father," I laughed, before finally processing what she had actually said.
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"WHATTTTTT!!!?????"
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