When the Moon Angel Sariel saw that her opponent was Chu Cheng, her expression changed slightly. She looked a little ugly.
The Pontiff's Citadel had done some research on the Major League Adepts.
She knew where Chu Cheng had come from.
She'd paid close attention to Chu Cheng's matches.
She was confident in herself, but her opponent was a little too strong for her own good.
Not far from them, in another arena, there was someone familiar to Lan Jue.
The Coffee Master stood there, clad in white trousers, a white shirt, and a brown suspender.
His opponent was a gloomy man who looked to be in his fifties or sixties.
If it weren't for the fact that age couldn't be faked, the Coffee Master would've thought his opponent had cheated.
In his opponent's hand was a black scepter, inlaid with a deep blue gemstone. It glowed with an eerie light.
When the electronic voice announced the start of the match, the scrawny man, number 97, raised the scepter in his hand. A strange sound came from his mouth.
His voice was rough and unpleasant, but it had a strange resonance. As he raised his scepter, circles of twisted dark green halos rippled out from the scepter.
"A dark magus!" The Coffee Master recognized his opponent immediately.
Legend has it that Dark Mages were people who sold their souls to the Devil in order to obtain great power.
Even in the Dark Citadel, they were considered strange.
The vampires didn't like them, because they thought they were filthy creatures who studied corpses.
The Coffee Master understood why this dark magus looked so old. They had to sacrifice themselves to improve their strength.
In the end, they had to sacrifice their body and soul to the devil. The strongest dark magi were turned into liches.
In the legends.
Liches were Paragons, but in the real world they weren't allowed to exist.
If a lich showed up, the other Paragons would surround it and attack it.
Liches were the symbol of death and destruction.
Wherever they existed, there would be a barren landscape. Pestilence, disease, and all sorts of other negative influences would spread. Even the world itself would be in danger.
This dark magus was a far cry from the Dark Citadel, but he was a representative of the Dark Citadel.
This meant that he was very powerful.
The Coffee Master didn't dare let his guard down. His body shot forward like a cannonball, as fast as the wind and as fast as lightning.
He looked so elegant, but when the battle started, he gave off the feeling of a beast in human form.
A dark green aura enveloped the Coffee Master, and he felt a chill run down his spine. His mind went blank, and he slowed down.
Slow Spell!
Slow was a type of mental attack that originated from darkness!
The Coffee Master had a wealth of combat experience, but his true strength lay in his mecha.
Of all the Adepts who'd come to Skyfire Avenue, only the Accountant couldn't compare to him.
The Coffee Master's luck was pretty good to have made it to the fourth round.
In addition, his cultivation had indeed broken through to Level Nine, and he had finally made it this far.
But today, his luck was clearly not so good.
He bit the tip of his tongue and used the pain in his mouth to wake himself up a little.
The barista jumped up and stomped his feet.
His body suddenly swelled up.
His shirt and trousers were torn apart, revealing his exaggerated muscles.
On the VIP platform.
The Gourmet, still holding Jun 'er, scowled. This guy.
Did he have to transform into a beast every time he fought?
The Coffee Master wasn't a beast. His Discipline was called Muscle Explosion.
It allowed him to strengthen his muscles in the blink of an eye.
Of all the Adepts on Skyfire Avenue, he was the one with the strongest physical endurance.
It was why he was the Phantom of the Stars, and why he was able to push his hand speed past a hundred.
It was because his body was more resilient than the others.
His body, which had suddenly become stronger, caused the effect of the Slowing Halo to explode in an instant.
In one leap, he was in front of the Dark Magician. His fist came crashing down.
The Dark Magician stood motionless, his cold eyes fixed upon the Coffee Master like a viper.
He waved his staff, and a black light fell upon the Coffee Master.
The Coffee Master felt his body go out of control, and he was thrown to the side.
Confusion!
It was a high-level dark Discipline, designed to deal with Adepts like the Coffee Master, who didn't specialize in ranged attacks.
The Coffee Master cursed inwardly, but there was nothing he could do.
His Muscle Explosion Discipline strengthened his body. Whether it was offense, defense, or strength, all were amplified.
Now that he was ninth level, his body was as strong as a mecha.
But every advantage had its drawbacks. Muscle Explosion Discipline increased his survivability, but it was also easily countered.
Speed, long-range, and control-type Adepts were the bane of the Coffee Master's existence.
So even though he was ninth level, the Coffee Master was well aware of his shortcomings. He'd come here to make up the numbers.
The first few fights had gone well, and he hadn't encountered any particularly strong opponents. But this one was going to be a problem.
Confusion allowed him to put some distance between himself and the Dark Magician. The Dark Magician didn't stop muttering his incantation. Every syllable he spat out was strangely distorted.
From the dark sapphire atop his scepter, a faint purple light began to emanate.
A beam of purple light shot out from the scepter, heading straight for the Coffee Master. It didn't look particularly strong at first glance, but upon closer inspection, it was as if it could devour the soul. Even the gaze was sucked in. It was so intense that the Coffee Master couldn't help but throw himself at it.
Death Ray!
A powerful Dark Esper Curse.
The Coffee Master, who had just been hit by the Confusion spell, was unable to dodge. The purple light struck him, and his body visibly changed. The spot where the light struck began to ripple with purple light, and his muscles began to wither. His entire body seemed to be sinking toward the spot where the light had struck.
The Coffee Master's body shook violently, and then a strange scene unfolded. He was shedding his muscles as if he were stripping off his clothes.
His original appearance broke out of his body. After running a few steps forward, he shouted, "I admit defeat!"
The Dark Magician had been surprised by the Coffee Master's ability to escape, but now that he'd admitted defeat, there was no point in continuing the fight.
The Coffee Master stared at the Dark Magician for a long moment, then left the arena.
This was a tournament, after all. It wasn't a fight to the death, and he wasn't interested in getting a good ranking. It was better to keep his trump cards to himself.
The battle on their side ended quickly, but on the other side, the battle between Chu Cheng and the Angel of the Moon, Charlie, had just begun.
Scorching flames blazed across the arena. Chu Cheng was especially calm this time.
Layers upon layers of dark flames burst forth from his body, bearing down on Sariel.
Sariel was a beauty to begin with, and now, with her six white wings spread out behind her, she was a pure beauty.
Her title was the Moon Angel, and her Discipline was related to the moon.
A crescent moon hung high in the sky, and moonlight shone down upon her, strengthening her attacks.
Like the other Seraphim, Sariel's weapon was a holy sword of light. Beams of white light cut through the flames in front of her.
The power of the holy light kept pushing away the netherworld aura of Chu Cheng's flames. Both sides were competing in pure energy.
On the surface, at least for now, they seemed to be evenly matched. However, in reality, Charlie knew very well that Chu Cheng had chosen this method of battle for a very simple reason. He wanted to compete with her in terms of energy consumption.
Chu Cheng was a rank seven Talent, while she was rank six. There was a difference of one rank between them.
In a real fight, Sariel was no match for Chu Cheng.
However, Chu Cheng was doing this for the sake of safety.
In this kind of situation where pure energy consumption and both sides completely released their energy to cover the entire arena, almost all sudden eruptions of battle methods would be useless.
He wasn't giving her a chance.
In truth, Chu Cheng had another goal in mind. Lan Jue's warning.
He wanted Sariel to hold on a little longer and lose with dignity.
But was that what Sariel wanted?
A small crescent moon pattern quietly appeared between her eyebrows. Charlie flapped the six wings on her back, and she suddenly flew backward with her delicate body.
The moment she retreated, the Netherworld King's Flame in front of her immediately flared up and surged towards her.
Sariel's expression was cold, and she raised her holy sword high above her head.
She began to chant in a low, throaty voice.
A clear and melodious hymn rang out, and the holy light on her body quickly ignited like a flame.
The crescent moon hovering above her head slowly turned into a full moon.
The crescent moon hovering above her head gradually turned into a full moon. More silvery-white moonlight poured down on her, causing her aura to soar.
The holy light around her began to turn from white to silver.
The Underworld King's Flame began to be pushed back by the intense holy light.
Chu Cheng looked at her in surprise. She looked like she was going to risk her life!
Was this necessary?
Up on the platform, Archangel Metatron nodded to himself as he watched.
Charlie's cultivation was one of the weakest among the six Archangels. He was a man of few words and appeared to be very quiet.
(To be continued.)