The hall of the secret auction was in profound silence as they listened to and tried to comprehend Arran's words.Listening to Arran explaining the effects of his natal weapons abilities, even people who are strong as those present here could not help feeling a chill in their hearts. Without a doubt, the abilities of Arran's natal weapon, Zaburi, was one that was solely biased towards the goal of killing and maiming his opponents.There was nothing more terrifying than facing such a weapon.One had to consider that what Arran had just said might not be the full extent of the natal weapon’s abilities. But just this was frightening enough.The Furor, as Arran’s opponent, was currently the only one experiencing just how terrible these abilities were. As he stood there, the Furor could feel the wound in his back slowly expanding just as Arran had said.Not only the one on his back, but also the wound on his fist from where it had met Arran's sword.The wound in the Furor’s back was locate
Clearly, Arran was not a fool. He wouldn’t go around revealing his hand without any reason at all. To the people who knew Arran rather well, they would know that most of what Arran did was usually purposeful and geared towards serving a particular goal.Like the time when Arran fought with three opponents, jerry, Winston, and Paul, during the chosen ceremony. At this time Arran had used his words to set a trap for Winston, which allowed him to win the battle then with minimal effort required.Similarly, in a certain way, this time was also like that.While it was true that Arran wanted to save the Furor and everybody else the hassle of figuring out Zaburi’s abilities on their own, he hadn’t exactly been completely honest with them too.To be specific, Arran had not told the complete truth about Zaburi’s ability, and he had left out some key critical details. For one, Arran completely left out the fact that the speed at which the wound expanded under the influence of Rippling Wound was
As the battle continued, the Furor continually fell into a desperate situation. It looked like any moment now he would sink completely into despair and be defeated.Suddenly, there was a gap in Arran's attack. Seeing this the Furor quickly took advantage of the gap to escape and widen the distance between himself and Arran only to notice that Arran was not even pursuing him.When the Furor finally came to a stop, he saw Arran staring at him with a frosty expression on his face. At this time, the Furor felt something was strange. The gap he had exploited to escape from Arran's attacks had come so suddenly and without any warning at all. Like a drowning man suddenly seeing the end of the ocean, the Furor quickly fled toward the gap. But when he thought about it now, he realized that the gap had not appeared then for no reason other than Arran had stopped attacking.That’s right... Arran, who had held the advantage this entire time and looked like he was about to win, had suddenly stoppe
Just as Arran and the Furor were in a heated battle. Outside the space station, a lone space cruiser silently approached Fort Crawford. As it sailed along the dark expanse of space, the cruiser attracted the attention of every other vessel in the vicinity. It was for no other reason than because of the star and crown emblem that was painted on the cruiser's body.There was nobody who didn’t know what that symbol represented in the whole Ether. With seven stars of different colors all circling a resplendent crown, this was the symbol of the personal guards of the rulers of the overlords of this realm.The cruiser had yet to reach Fort Crawford, but even from this distance, the space station had already discovered them. Immediately a fleet of starships flooded out of fort Crawford En mass and headed towards the cruiser.Normally, any spaceship above medium class in size was not allowed to come within one light year of Fort Crawford, not too tall of a large space cruiser. Seeing the floo
Arran’s attack was interrupted, and he was pushed back by a powerful gust of wind that blew him a hundred meters away. It took a while before Arran was finally able to stabilize himself in the air. After that, he looked at the Furor and observed the changes in him.Right now, an extraordinary change was currently happening to Arran's opponent. On the stage, with powerful gusts of wind swirling around his body, a powerful force was rising from within the Furor, causing his body to expand and grow rapidly.In a short few seconds, the Furor, who was originally three meters tall and dwarfed over Arran, was now over five meters in height and incredibly burly, and he continued to grow.Five meters!Six meters!All the way up to eight meters in height!There was no sign of the Furor stopping his rapid growth. Only when he was a little over eight meters did the Furor’s change subside. But at this point, he was nothing more than a towering giant looming over the masses.Before the hulking gian
When Arran saw the height of his opponent, his expression became complicated. Arran felt the urge to curse... he didn’t know what to say at all about this sudden development.The way things changed was too sudden for Arran. One moment he was facing a three-meter-tall giant, and now he was up against a literal monster.That’s right, monster.That was the only word Arran could use to describe the eight-meter-tall monstrosity before him...But Arran was not given any time to wrap his head around this. Before he knew it, the Furor stretched out his massive hand and lunged at Arran. He threw a powerful fist at Arran.“Shit!” Arran cursed and rapidly dodged. With a flap of his wings, Arran managed to retreat in time to prevent being hit by that punch. But although Arran dodged the punch, he could not avoid the airwave that came blasting at him.It was Arran who was caught in a storm that was almost as fierce as the one he encountered during the first stage of the chosen ceremony.Trying v
With a goal in mind, Arran immediately took action. He quickly set his sight on his target.Among the many wounds Zaburi made on the Furor’s body, the most obvious one right now was the large cut in the Furor’s chest that Arran had made with his last attack.Prior to his growing huge, the wound had extended all the way from the Furor’s left shoulder to his lower abdomen. But now the wound was nothing more than a glaring red mark at the center of his chest, while the others were almost too negligible to notice. Normally, if Arran wanted to guarantee a successful hit, it was certain that he should aim for the most obvious spot. But this spot was too obvious, and the Furor was sure to be guarding this spot vigilantly. If Arran wanted to get close to that spot, it would be very difficult to do so.But the thing is, for Arran, the size of the wound didn’t matter. With his senses, even the most minuscule spot was as prominent as a huge red target on the Furor’s body.Arran’s target was in
Clang!The sound of metal hitting against each other resounded around the entire hall. Immediately, people turned to see what had happened.What they saw surprised them.In the air, just in the blind spot of the Furor’s jaw, Arran could be seen flying in the air. His body was poised to strike and his straight sword had landed on the Furor’s shoulder.Many people were wondering how Arran had suddenly appeared there. After all, he had just been in a precarious situation not long ago and was on the verge of people crushed between the palms of the Furor’s palms.But much to everybody’s surprise, Arran suddenly pulled a reversal and appeared in another position.Without giving it much thought, everybody came to the conclusion that Arran had used a displacement skill. He had to have done so, as that was the only way to move from one position to another in an instant.In the end, how had Arran really done it?This was the question on many people’s minds. Most of them had not seen what kind o