Chapter 224: Duel 4
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Silence descended upon the arena, broken only by the crackling of dying embers and the heavy breathing of the spectators. The air was thick with a mix of awe, disbelief, and a newfound respect for the enigmatic victor who had extinguished the formidable Arden Valorheart with an overwhelming display of power.
The audience, once filled with disdain and animosity towards Callius, now stood in stunned silence, their faces etched with a blend of fear and admiration in response to his skills. The truth of his strength had been unveiled, shattering the illusions and preconceived notions that had clouded their judgment.
Whispers began to ripple through the crowd, a murmuring cascade of awe and intrigue. "What a strong magic….." The once-dismissed young man in the black robe had proven himself to be more than a mere rumor or source of speculation. His enigmatic aura and commanding presence left an indelible mark on the minds of those who had witnessed the duel.
Seraphina and Rowan, the heads of the Knight and Magic faculty, exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of surprise and curiosity. They had anticipated a captivating confrontation, but the outcome had far exceeded their expectations. Something about Callius' triumph hinted at a deeper power, a force that resonated beyond the boundaries of this single duel.
Callius stood at the center of the arena, his gaze sweeping over the onlookers with a sense of detached superiority. He looked down upon them, his crimson eyes glinting with a calculated mix of confidence and disdain. 'Ahh…. How good it is to see the fear in your eyes…. You will feel it more; you shall not worry.' He thought as the aura of his trait [Tyrant's Aura] intensified.
The spectators, caught between their lingering animosity and undeniable respect for Callius' prowess, found themselves torn. They couldn't deny the power he possessed, the relentless determination that had led him to victory. Yet, the knowledge they had of his past actions still remained, casting a shadow of doubt over their hearts.
/CLAP/ /CLAP/
As the echoes of the battle slowly dissipated, hesitant applause of clapping sounded from a young girl watching the fight. Gathered the attention of the crowd on herself with gazes saying, what are you doing? However, she just shrugged in response as she continued to clap.
/CLAP/ /CLAP/ /CLAP/
And following the leading of her clap, an applause of hesitance and fear began to rise from the crowd. It was not a thunderous ovation filled with forgiveness and acceptance but rather a tentative acknowledgment of the raw talent and power that Callius wielded. It was an applause laced with a subtle undercurrent of fear and a grudging respect.
Callius, standing amidst the scattered remnants of flames, absorbed the mixed reception of the crowd with an air of self-assured superiority. He relished in their trepidation, knowing that his skills had left an indelible impression upon their minds. To him, their wavering emotions were inconsequential. He had transcended their limited understanding, and he would continue to do so.
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Silence descended upon the arena, broken only by the crackling of dying embers and the heavy breathing of the spectators. The air was thick with a mix of awe, disbelief, and a newfound respect for the enigmatic victor who had extinguished the formidable Arden Valorheart with an overwhelming display of power.
The audience, once filled with disdain and animosity towards Callius, now stood in stunned silence, their faces etched with a blend of fear and admiration in response to his skills. The truth of his strength had been unveiled, shattering the illusions and preconceived notions that had clouded their judgment.
Whispers began to ripple through the crowd, a murmuring cascade of awe and intrigue. "What a strong magic….." The once-dismissed young man in the black robe had proven himself to be more than a mere rumor or source of speculation. His enigmatic aura and commanding presence left an indelible mark on the minds of those who had witnessed the duel.
Seraphina and Rowan, the heads of the Knight and Magic faculty, exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of surprise and curiosity. They had anticipated a captivating confrontation, but the outcome had far exceeded their expectations. Something about Callius' triumph hinted at a deeper power, a force that resonated beyond the boundaries of this single duel.
Callius stood at the center of the arena, his gaze sweeping over the onlookers with a sense of detached superiority. He looked down upon them, his crimson eyes glinting with a calculated mix of confidence and disdain. 'Ahh…. How good it is to see the fear in your eyes…. You will feel it more; you shall not worry.' He thought as the aura of his trait [Tyrant's Aura] intensified.
The spectators, caught between their lingering animosity and undeniable respect for Callius' prowess, found themselves torn. They couldn't deny the power he possessed, the relentless determination that had led him to victory. Yet, the knowledge they had of his past actions still remained, casting a shadow of doubt over their hearts.
/CLAP/ /CLAP/
As the echoes of the battle slowly dissipated, hesitant applause of clapping sounded from a young girl watching the fight. Gathered the attention of the crowd on herself with gazes saying, what are you doing? However, she just shrugged in response as she continued to clap.
/CLAP/ /CLAP/ /CLAP/
And following the leading of her clap, an applause of hesitance and fear began to rise from the crowd. It was not a thunderous ovation filled with forgiveness and acceptance but rather a tentative acknowledgment of the raw talent and power that Callius wielded. It was an applause laced with a subtle undercurrent of fear and a grudging respect.
Callius, standing amidst the scattered remnants of flames, absorbed the mixed reception of the crowd with an air of self-assured superiority. He relished in their trepidation, knowing that his skills had left an indelible impression upon their minds. To him, their wavering emotions were inconsequential. He had transcended their limited understanding, and he would continue to do so.
Silence descended upon the arena, broken only by the crackling of dying embers and the heavy breathing of the spectators. The air was thick with a mix of awe, disbelief, and a newfound respect for the enigmatic victor who had extinguished the formidable Arden Valorheart with an overwhelming display of power.The audience, once filled with disdain and animosity towards Callius, now stood in stunned silence, their faces etched with a blend of fear and admiration in response to his skills. The truth of his strength had been unveiled, shattering the illusions and preconceived notions that had clouded their judgment.Whispers began to ripple through the crowd, a murmuring cascade of awe and intrigue. "What a strong magic.." The once-dismissed young man in the black robe had proven himself to be more than a mere rumor or source of speculation. His enigmatic aura and commanding presence left an indelible mark on the minds of those who had witnessed the duel.Seraphina and Rowan, the heads of the Knight and Magic faculty, exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of surprise and curiosity. They had anticipated a captivating confrontation, but the outcome had far exceeded their expectations. Something about Callius' triumph hinted at a deeper power, a force that resonated beyond the boundaries of this single duel.Callius stood at the center of the arena, his gaze sweeping over the onlookers with a sense of detached superiority. He looked down upon them, his crimson eyes glinting with a calculated mix of confidence and disdain. 'Ahh. How good it is to see the fear in your eyes. You will feel it more; you shall not worry.' He thought as the aura of his trait Tyrant's Aura intensified. The spectators, caught between their lingering animosity and undeniable respect for Callius' prowess, found themselves torn. They couldn't deny the power he possessed, the relentless determination that had led him to victory. Yet, the knowledge they had of his past actions still remained, casting a shadow of doubt over their hearts./CLAP/ /CLAP/As the echoes of the battle slowly dissipated, hesitant applause of clapping sounded from a young girl watching the fight. Gathered the attention of the crowd on herself with gazes saying, what are you doing? However, she just shrugged in response as she continued to clap./CLAP/ /CLAP/ /CLAP/And following the leading of her clap, an applause of hesitance and fear began to rise from the crowd. It was not a thunderous ovation filled with forgiveness and acceptance but rather a tentative acknowledgment of the raw talent and power that Callius wielded. It was an applause laced with a subtle undercurrent of fear and a grudging respect.Callius, standing amidst the scattered remnants of flames, absorbed the mixed reception of the crowd with an air of self-assured superiority. He relished in their trepidation, knowing that his skills had left an indelible impression upon their minds. To him, their wavering emotions were inconsequential. He had transcended their limited understanding, and he would continue to do so.
