ONLINE: Blades of Eternity-Chapter 219: THE POWER OF THE DEVOURING KING

The atmosphere inside the coliseum was electric as Seraphine Gale’s voice rang out, announcing the first series of matchup for the second phase of the Individual Class Battles in the five mini arenas.

"And now, let the first matchup of the second phase of the individual class battles begin!"

And in the next moment, the first series of matchup began to appear up in the translucent screen. In Kaelen’s group, the first matchup is between the Devouring King and Ûnder Lucent.

’The Devouring King....’ Kaelen suddenly thought in curiosity as he suddenly glanced at the Imposing individual while he climbed the platform in the arena.

The audience erupted in cheers and anticipation as the two contenders from each of the mini arena stepped forward into the center of their designated mini-arena. The translucent barrier surrounding them glowed faintly, sealing them in while amplifying the visibility for the spectators.

Ûnder Kelly, the spear-wielding prodigy of the Lucent Family, twirled his weapon effortlessly, a faint golden light emanating from it. His aura brimmed with confidence, and the crowd murmured in awe of his elegant form.

Across from him, the Devouring King stood motionless right after he stood on the platform. His massive frame was cloaked in an aura of oppressive darkness, tendrils of shadow swirling faintly around his feet. His expression was unreadable, his presence radiating calm, unshakable confidence.

Ûnder, narrowing his eyes, suddenly spoke up "You might be called the ’King,’ but let’s see how your tricks fare against the light of the Lucent Family."

The Devouring King said nothing, his gaze fixed on his opponent as though measuring his worth.

The moment Seraphine Gale gave the signal, Ûnder Kelly dashed forward, his spear glowing brilliantly with light mana. He struck with incredible speed and precision, his weapon creating streaks of light as it pierced the air toward his opponent.

The Devouring King, however, merely raised his hand. As the spear neared him, a tendril of dark energy surged from his palm, coiling around the weapon like a living shadow. The crowd gasped as the light emanating from the spear dimmed, its brilliance consumed by the dark energy.

Ûnder, gritting his teeth muttered, "Not bad. But let’s see how you handle this!"

He spun his spear in a wide arc, unleashing a barrage of radiant projectiles. The light magic illuminated the entire arena, forcing the shadows to retreat momentarily.

But the Devouring King remained unfazed. He extended both hands, and the darkness around him surged forward like a tidal wave, devouring the radiant projectiles before they could reach him.

The tide of the battle shifted as Ûnder’s attacks began to falter. The light around his spear grew dimmer with each strike, the shadows relentlessly consuming his mana.

Ûnder began to pant out of exhaustion as he asked in disbelief "What… What is this magic?"

The Devouring King unhurriedly replied, his voice deep and resonant "Devouring Magic. All energy, all power, returns to me."

With a sudden burst of speed, the Devouring King closed the distance between them. His hand, wreathed in darkness, struck Ûnder’s chest, sending a pulse of devouring energy through his body.

Ûnder stumbled back, his spear falling from his grasp as his mana was drained away. The once-brilliant glow that surrounded him was gone, replaced by an eerie void.

The Devouring King raised his hand, the shadows around him swirling into a massive, pulsating sphere of darkness. With a single motion, he hurled it at Ûnder, who collapsed to his knees, unable to defend himself.

The sphere enveloped him completely, pinning him to the ground before dissipating. When the shadows cleared, Ûnder lay motionless, his energy utterly spent.

Seraphine Gale’s voice echoed across the coliseum "Winner: The Devouring King!"

The crowd erupted in a mix of awe and unease. The Devouring King’s power was terrifying to behold, a stark contrast to the brilliant light magic of his opponent.

In the VIP section, Castenada exchanged a glance with Marel, his expression grim.

Marel, in a low voice. "That boy isn’t just powerful. He’s dangerous."

Castenada, nodding as he replied "And he hasn’t even shown us his full strength yet."

Back in the arena, the Devouring King stood silently as the barrier shimmered, signaling the end of the match. His eyes, cold and calculating, shifted briefly to the other participants in the same arena as him until it landed on Kaelen, who stood watching from the sidelines. A silent warning passed between them before he turned and walked back to his position, the arena buzzing with tension.

’Seems like things won’t go as smoothly as it would be in the first phase’ Kaelen thought with a grim look on his face.

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While in the Devouring King and Ûnder Lucent were about to face off in Kaelen’s group, The atmosphere in the Northern Wind Spire Coliseum grew heavier as Seraphine Gale announced the first matchup for another group.

"In Group C, the first duel will be between Kelvin of Valen Military Academy and Magnus Ferrum of the Ferrum Clan. Fighters, step forward."

Magnus Ferrum, towering and imposing, marched into the center of the mini arena with his massive hammer slung over his shoulder. His every step seemed to shake the ground, his presence exuding raw, brute strength. The crowd roared in anticipation, eager to witness another display of his overwhelming power.

Opposite him, Kelvin entered with a calm, unyielding demeanor. His dark scythe shimmered faintly with a sinister aura, and the faint shadow of the Orb of Chaos glimmered ominously within his chest.

Magnus, while grinning suddenly spoke up "You think that toy of yours will stand a chance against this?" He raised his hammer, the ground cracking slightly beneath its weight.

Kelvin, his voice cold and emotionless. "You’ll soon realize strength means nothing when chaos reigns."

As soon as Seraphine Gale gave the signal, Magnus charged forward, his hammer raised high above his head. The sheer force of his advance created shockwaves in the arena, and the crowd erupted in cheers.

Kelvin, however, stood motionless, his dark scythe resting at his side.

The moment Magnus’s hammer came crashing down, Kelvin sidestepped with inhuman speed, the attack shattering the ground where he once stood. In the same instant, Kelvin swung his scythe in a wide arc, a wave of dark energy surging toward Magnus.

Seeing this, Magnus immediately roared "You’ll have to do better than that!"

He swung his hammer horizontally, the sheer force of the swing dispersing the dark energy. The crowd cheered louder, but Kelvin remained unfazed.

Without warning, Kelvin raised his free hand, and the Orb of Chaos within his chest began to glow ominously. The arena darkened as a malevolent energy filled the space, the very air around him becoming oppressive.

Magnus, hesitating for the first time as he muttered under his breath "What is this…?"

With a sudden burst of speed, Kelvin lunged forward, his scythe slicing through the air with lethal precision. Magnus barely managed to block the strike with the handle of his hammer, but the force sent him skidding backward.

Before Magnus could recover, Kelvin unleashed a flurry of attacks, his scythe moving like a blur. Each strike carried the chaotic energy of the Orb, and even Magnus’s incredible strength began to falter under the relentless onslaught.

Desperate, Magnus let out a roar and slammed his hammer into the ground, creating a shockwave that forced Kelvin to retreat momentarily.

Magnus, panting but defiant as he roared "You’re strong, but I’m not done yet!"

He charged forward again, swinging his hammer in a wide arc. The ground trembled with each step, and the crowd watched in awe as the two clashed once more.

Kelvin, however, was done playing games. With a sinister grin, he channeled the full power of the Orb of Chaos, the energy manifesting as tendrils of darkness that lashed out at Magnus, wrapping around his limbs and immobilizing him.

Kelvin raised his scythe high, the blade glowing with chaotic energy.

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Kelvin, his voice cold and final. "Strength without control is meaningless."

With a single, devastating strike, he brought the scythe down on Magnus, the chaotic energy exploding upon impact. Magnus’s hammer was flung from his grasp as he was sent crashing to the ground, unable to rise.

The crowd was silent for a moment, stunned by the sheer dominance of Kelvin’s victory. Then, murmurs began to spread, the audience awed and uneasy at the display of power.

In the same mini-arena, The Dark Prince watched from the sidelines, his eyes narrowing. He felt a shiver of unease as he observed the chaotic energy swirling around Kelvin.

The Dark Prince suddenly muttered to himself. "So, this is the power of the Orb of Chaos... A force even I must tread carefully around."

Seraphine Gale’s voice suddenly echoed through the coliseum. "Winner: Kelvin of Valen Military Academy!"

As Kelvin returned to his position, his expression remained unreadable. The audience’s cheers were a mix of admiration and fear, the shadow of chaos now looming over the tournament.