Weapon seller in the world of magic

Chapter 501  Ambushing the immortal realm warrior.

All eyes turned toward him. With a sinister grin, he accused, "You filthy beasts think you can mock me, huh? How dare you?" The air hung heavy with tension as his words cut through the chaotic moment.

His earlier amusement turned into anger in a split second and his cultivation no longer stayed suppressed.

The two teenagers also became serious and the dragon girl was quick to unleash a barrier over the field and locked the space.

"Aren't your world supposed to be in a mortal plane? Isn't this a place with thin natural energy? Why are these powerful beings popping up one after another?" Sylvandria, utterly baffled, appeared on the verge of a breakdown. Her usual composure crumbled, replaced by a visible state of confusion and distress.

Mark turned serious as he responded, "Two of the six demigods of this world, the Bloodhill's Dragon Emperor and the Beast Empire's Werewolf Lord." After a brief pause, he added, "I just never expected the ruler of the Bloodhill forest is also the founder of Void Temple, and over 2000 years old."

"She is a woman though. Shouldn't she be called a Dragon Empress instead?" Eol butted in the middle of a conversation, earning a glare from Mark and Sylvandria at the same time as if they were asking whether it is the right time to joke or something.

"Hehe… You both continue." Letting out an awkward laugh, Eol stayed silent. Mark became a spectator to watch them battle. It would be nice if the enemy gets defeated but it doesn't matter if turns out the other way. The only thing he wishes is that this shouldn't be a one-sided battle. Only that way, he can become confident enough to tackle them in the near or far future.

After a while;

In the arena, the Dragon Emperor and the Werewolf Lord clashed fiercely with an immortal from another realm. The air crackled with the intensity of their combat, each blow and exchange echoing through the space. The arena became a battleground, where these powerful beings collided in a struggle that transcended realms.

The Dragon Emperor and the Werewolf Lord hadn't unleashed their real power yet, but in the ongoing fight with the immortal, it was clear that none had the upper hand. They seemed evenly matched, each one countering the other's moves in a balanced struggle.

In the midst of the clash, Mark observed the perfectly balanced exchange of attacks. It left him questioning which side, if any, was restraining their full strength. The collective assault effortlessly nullified the immortal's attacks, leaving no substantial energy aftermath. It was as if their combined efforts seamlessly countered every move, creating a field where the immortal's influence dissipated without leaving a trace of released energy.

The immortal doesn't have any reason to hold back unless he is trying to play with them.

On the other hand, the demigod beasts have every reason to hold back their strength in case they are stronger because of the fear of collateral damage. It is also why a barrier was placed beforehand. However, could two demigods be able to overpower an immortal? Well, theoretically, it could be possible as they were emperor-grade beasts, but their opponent is someone who lived for more than eighty thousand years.

What are their odds of overwhelmingly winning against such a veteran who is likely to have extensive battle experience?

Mark observed, unable to draw a conclusion.

Eol, in contrast, absorbed every bit of knowledge from the battle.

The ladies and other onlookers felt at ease, relieved by the absence of destruction.

This sentiment resonated among several VIP guests as well. The lack of chaos brought a collective sense of calm to the spectators.

If there is someone who is the most nervous, it is Xin Rui who is trapped inside the barrier with no way to escape.

She could only stand in the corner, trying her best not to end up as collateral damage.

After exchanging a barrage of punches, kicks, and energy attacks, the immortal's face seemed flushed. From the ears to the neck, a shade of red seems to be painted over the region. He was also taking heavy breaths. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Hmm, it looks like the beasts have the upper hand. Anyway, it looks like I will have to act faster before he escapes," Mark came to a conclusion based on the expression the immortal has as a battle came to a standstill for a few seconds. The two demigods, on the other hand, seemed perfectly calm and didn't even break a sweat at all.

The frustrated immortal finally summoned his weapon, an exquisite bow of low-quality divine grade, earning bursts of laughter from the demigod beasts.

"Phuahahaha" "Pfft…"

"Look at this villain, summoning an earth-grade weapon to fight us" "No wonder he attempted to rob us. He has the strength but lacks fortune." "Of course, he also lacks the personality of an expert." "Yeah, he tries to bully weak but when met with his match, he was taking external support"

"A pity" "A pity indeed"

The immortal's frustration only deepened by their mocking comments, "I'll kill you all."

His voice echoed throughout the coliseum as if a god was decreeing the judgment.

"Nokthar vaerthos, Yulthran Kyrran, Vothran'dar, King Yan'sharaan."

He pulled the string taut, pouring all his strength into it. Between his fingertips, a dark energy materialized, taking shape as he continued chanting in an unfamiliar language.

 "Yrath'delos mor'kranthar, Shaylthos, Yan'duur amarthar.

Vranthir kalthar, nalthar kyor, Yan'shaeroth, amaranth kyror.

Thylnor shandor, Yan'shaelis lyrr, Kynthraeth maloth, nythraeth tyr.

Yan'valar, krathos kyr'thalis, Kyrnolthar, Yan'shae'lynthalis."

The black energy arrow was almost formed between his fingertips while the two demigod beasts unleashed double-layered energy barrier-like walls.

The immortal didn't stop and continued.

"Shyrtholn kyrr, Yan'sharaan'goreth…"

He was nearly done, about 90% through his spell when, out of nowhere, the ceiling disintegrated into dust. A yellow lightning bolt struck him directly on the head, catching him completely off guard.

He turned into ash in an instant, stunning the entire arena into silence.

However, it didn't impact the beasts as much as one thought it would did, "The power of a Saint. It's the guardian," The Werewolf lord opinioned with a smirk.

"What a fool," remarked the Dragon Emperor of Bloodhill, shaking his head. "Showing off immortal realm power and relying on a divine weapon. Lord Yuqiang, the guardian of the plane, won't let that pass." The Dragon Emperor nodded in agreement with the sentiment.

In the stands, the remaining spectators cheered for their saviors. Some guests showed appreciation by clapping, and a few went as far as bowing in gratitude. Others, however, acted like nothing out of the ordinary had occurred.

The atmosphere in VIP BOX number 8, on the other hand, is different.

Sylvandria, Eol, and the two teenage supreme beings gazed at Mark in disbelief. While the rest of the audience might be clueless, these four had witnessed the event firsthand. The astonishment lingered in their dazed expressions.

However, Mark himself didn't seem like he was pleased by the act.

The reason?

On the holographic screen, there was a notification from the system.

*Ding! You completed the Emergency Quest, Kill the intruder. Click to receive the rewards.

*Ding! Your soul is marked by a God realm cultivator. "Lu Zhen, you are a Saint?" Sylvandria couldn't help but ask him in shock.