NOVPUBTalia controlled these dark flames, which quickly began to spin, forming a surging black storm.
The red-haired boy instantly realized something was wrong.
This was not sixth-order magic at all!
Before he could react to the black flames below, the flames, as if alive, mercilessly began to erode everything. The red-haired boy’s figure gradually blurred until it finally dissipated completely amid a roar of angry outcry.
The entire combat field fell into dead silence.
All the spectators were rendered speechless by this abrupt turnaround.
The black flames gradually dissipated, leaving behind only a lone victor on the grassland.
Originally, it was thought that the battle would last half a day.
In the end, it was another effortless win for Rocky McCarthy.
"..."
Lanci was also a bit stunned, standing on the now barren grassland.
The agreement was to have a serious sparring match.
Yet, Talia overpowered her opponent instantly with a major spell without involving any technique.
"Sister Tata, isn’t that a bit overboard using such power against a sixth-order opponent?"
He didn’t expect Talia to take the fight so seriously.
He had instructed Talia not to use magic above sixth-order; otherwise, it would be too obvious.
After all, they were in the same league; they had to show some courtesy, not making it look like battering a contestant from an inferior league.
He felt the opponent was indeed sixth-order.
Now, Talia directly used eighth-order magic against him, which was hitting too hard.
Tata had few direct attack spells, primarily a defensive counterattack style, and this damaging dark flame was learned from Pranay, capable of incinerating most unknown substances.
"Such an unpredictable opponent is difficult to control. I don’t know what tricks the opponent has up their sleeve, it’s safer to win quickly. Do you think my judgement is wrong?"
Talia responded.
"Right, right, you’re in charge."
Lanci dared not contradict her.
The main issue was the lack of mana.
Otherwise, fighting slowly would have been fine too.
As the black flames slowly faded, the spectators’ outburst of exclamations broke the silence on the battlefield.
The entire annex felt as if waves were stirred by the surge of noise, as people’s emotions shifted from shock to fervor.
They all turned their gaze toward Christina’s direction, their eyes filled with reassessment and respect for the young noblewoman.
After all, in their eyes, the victory of the battle was not just a personal win for the butler but also a demonstration of the strength of the Count Bathist family. 𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒑𝒖𝒃.𝙘𝙤𝒎
"This..."
Christina stood in the resting area, her face filled with disbelief.
She felt that both the red-haired boy and her own butler were like malevolent beings from a horror movie.
But her butler seemed more terrifying than the opponent.
That’s why he won.
What kind of world is this?
As long as the family’s horrific curse is strong enough, there’s no need to fear other horrors coming to the door?
"Miss Christina, thank you so much!! You are truly worthy of the Baptist family! From today onwards, your reputation will surely surpass that of Mr. Kyle!"
Meanwhile, the winning employer, the hook-nosed businessman, was shouting excitedly in the coach’s seat, celebrating this sudden victory.
His voice was filled with triumph and ecstasy, as if at this moment, the entire world was cheering for their company.
By contrast, the losing businessman, Viscount Hammond, had a dark face, his gaze revealing deep resentment and anger.
He stared at the blonde young lady intently, his lips pursed tightly, eventually squeezing out a few words.
"I did underestimate you, Miss Christina."
His words held not only remorse for his misjudgement but also a complete realization that the villainous daughter of the Bathist family indeed lived up to her reputation and was completely out of her brother’s league!
In a short while.
The two Challengers from the Artificial Shadow World returned to the real world within the Sacred Silvervine Arena.
The red-haired boy glanced at Lanci with a gaze as if he wanted to tear Lanci apart, his hands trembling, seemingly still unable to come to terms with the humiliating defeat just now.
The palpable malice from afar made Christina, standing at a distance, feel a chill down her spine.
"You clown! Didn’t you assure a victory?"
The angered financial tycoon, Viscount Hammond, rushed to the red-haired boy’s side, scolding him,
"Your worth is all gone! Moreover, I guarantee, you won’t be receiving any matches in this Sacred Silvervine Arena again!"
Viscount Hammond raised his wand furiously, pointing at the red-haired boy.
Although he could collect a sum from betting on the contestant, compared to the stake of this business deal, the loss was enormous.
The red-haired boy looked at Viscount Hammond, the veins on the back of his hand slightly protruding, but in the end, he clenched his fist without taking any action.
At that moment, even Viscount Hammond felt the impending danger, the tangible intent to kill made him feel as though he had a brush with the Death God.
The red-haired boy left without uttering a word.
It was precisely his lack of anger on display that was more unsettling.
On the other side of the arena.
Lanci, in his butler’s attire, had already returned to Christina’s side, while Christina was discussing the financial matters with the hook-nosed businessman.
However, she still looked worriedly in the direction of the departing red-haired boy.
"He seems to be in a bit of a sorry state now..."
Christina felt a twinge of guilt.
The poor guy had gambled away all the money he had finally won.
And having offended Viscount Hammond, it was likely difficult for him to find employers in this circle again.
Truth be told, this red-haired boy was truly terrifyingly strong, but Butler Lanci was too strange, so naturally, he was no match.
"Don’t worry, consider it a lesson for him. Hopefully, he will tone down his violent nature."
Lanci’s smile was like a ray of light on a summer night, carrying a gentle strength.
