The duel eventually came to the attention of the elders in the Fala family, and many people came forward to stop it.
But the Spiritual Power test has been completed, and the life-or-death contract has been signed.
Kama was quite pleased with herself, thinking that it wouldn't matter if Lia died on stage.
Those people will all be the ones to witness the death of Quinn's partner, and the thought of it is exhilarating.
Kama's Spiritual Power was rapidly spiraling out of control.
Her Spiritual Power is control-based; she can instantly kill anyone who invades their mind.
So what if he has Quinn's Spiritual Mark? How many times can he withstand it?
"Get down! Kama! Get down here!"
Duke Fala shouted from below, but the arena had already formed a barrier for combat, which could only be broken through with sufficient strength.
Kama glanced at her father below, a smirk playing on her lips. She knew she wouldn't let this golden opportunity slip by.
Klein, who was also standing in the audience, remained silent.
Kama: "Father, I'm sorry, but I won't regret it."
This one sentence completely disappointed Duke Fala. He seemed to age a hundred years in an instant, his face filled with worry and sorrow.
The people around didn't want to say anything either, in case something really happened, they might think that they were the ones who instigated it.
That's right, they were just bystanders.
At this moment, the robot host of the arena began to announce: 30 seconds left in the countdown, please prepare yourselves.
A relentless electronic voice rang out.
The two stood facing each other.
As expected of a black bear, Lia, who was shorter than Kama, tilted her head slightly, her eyes indifferent, and slowly said, "I'll give you three moves."
Kama, who was only notified when the countdown began, clearly had bloodshot eyes.
She asked impatiently, "Are you sure?"
Lia nodded slowly, still maintaining his previous posture of standing with his hands behind his back, an extremely elegant gentleman.
Robot: "Countdown is over, the match begins!"
Kama's Spiritual Power, a pale purple color, instantly rushed towards Lia's forehead.
Seeing that his Spiritual Power was about to touch Lia's forehead and succeed, Kama thought, "If it doesn't work, I'll just try a few more times!" His lips curled into a wild, gleeful smile.
"Hahaha! Lia, today I'll send you to hell!"
Those in the audience gasped in shock. Seriously? Was the Academy of Sciences' wife that fragile?
However, the next second, Lia disappeared from the spot.
Kama thought he was hallucinating. How could someone who was about to kill someone simply vanish into thin air?
Her feelings became complicated, and she started to panic.
Seeing Kama looking around anxiously, Lia finally kindly reminded her, "Auntie, are you looking for me? What did you just say? Send me to hell? Ah, if hell really exists, that would be quite a novelty."
Hearing the voice behind her, Kama immediately turned around and launched another Spiritual Power attack. The fine purple threads, seemingly imbued with resentment and filled with hatred, aimed to pierce through the opponent's head.
The audience only just realized that even someone with a 3S constitution couldn't teleport, right?
This is absolutely amazing!
If you wanted to buy tickets to watch it, it would probably cost ten million for one show!
Everyone focused intently, their eyes fixed on Lia, afraid of losing her, since they had already lost her once before.
Kama was so angry at being called "Auntie" that her face turned red and her eyes became even redder.
" Emilia, it's an honor for you to die by my hand today. What a pity, you won't see tomorrow's sun."
After uttering those words through gritted teeth, Kama launched another attack.
Lia likes to use the same move a second time.
When Lia reappeared behind him, she feigned weakness, her eyes filled with unease.
Kama's anger had been completely ignited.
A huge, pale purple mental net swept towards them, but Lia easily dodged it by bending over.
Indeed, more positions are not a dream! That's the slogan on the Breathing Technique.
The people in the audience felt like they were going crazy; how could this be!
Could someone be this flexible without a century of dance training? Quinn is so lucky!
Klein crossed his arms, initially looking a little nervous, like a son about to take a graduation exam.
Back on stage
Kama's Spiritual Power network missed its target and disappeared again.
The next second, before Lia could stand up from his backbend, Kama used his Spiritual Power to form vines and tried to pull his legs back.
Lia casually followed up with her next move: a backflip.
The applause from below was deafening. "Amazing! Emilia!!! That was fantastic! You must come out alive!"
The cacophony assaulted Lia's ears, and he slowly frowned; it seemed he needed to finish this quickly.
Lia: "Alright, Auntie, I've already given you three chances, but unfortunately you're useless. It's my turn now..."
Kama laughed upon hearing this. "Seriously, what kind of attack can you possibly launch with your Healing-Type Spiritual Power? Haha, that's hilarious!"
Indeed, most Treatment-Type Spiritual Power are very gentle.
Unfortunately, when the test revealed that the individual possessed Treatment-Type Spiritual Power, no one noticed that the words "leaning towards offensive type" were faintly lit up on the testing device.
He smiled and raised his hand, and everyone was very curious about what he was doing, but the next moment...
In an instant, a wall of sharp green thorns solidified in front of Lia.
The walls looked incredibly sturdy.
Kama's expression instantly turned ugly after his boastful remarks, and he immediately erected a Spiritual Power barrier.
Those below were horrified and held their breath. Duke Fala was going mad. A fireball appeared in his hand and slowly grew larger. He was looking for an opportunity to save his daughter.
The wall of spikes, imbued with mental pressure, slowly approached, piercing through Kama's pale purple Spiritual Power barrier.
The sound, like the sharp crack of shattering glass, echoed across the arena.
Duke Fala couldn't wait any longer and launched a fireball. The mental barrier unique to the arena was instantly breached due to the high temperature, high pressure, and high speed.
A fierce fireball was about to hit her face, but Lia calmly stretched out her other hand and used a flip-type mental barrier to block it.
What happened next surprised everyone in the audience.
The rapidly spinning fireball that was about to reach Lia did not hinder the Spikes Wall from getting any closer. Kama was forced to retreat repeatedly, his face pale, and all his usual arrogance was gone.
The fireball that made contact with the flip-type mental barrier bounced back quickly along its original path the next second.
Duke Fala, who thought he could hurt Lia, saw the fireball instantly return him to where he was. "How did I get back..." Before he could finish speaking, the fireball hit Duke Fala's face, and his face instantly burned.
The butler immediately used ice-type Spiritual Power to seal his entire face.
However, it was too late.
The air was filled with the smell of burning protein.
Only then did everyone realize that the person who had launched the sneak attack from below the stage was Duke Fala!
[My God, Duke Fala's methods are absolutely disgusting!]
[That's disgusting! If that fireball hits Emilia in the face, she'll get burned!]
[Ah, ruining the game! This is truly something Duke Fala would do.]
Klein nearby, knew that even if Lia didn't catch the fireball, the passively triggered companion's Spiritual Power would protect him.
Seriously, his daughter-in-law is so handsome!!
Even though she often watched her husband train and spar, Klein!
She slowly walked up to Duke Fala, and several sharp Spiritual Power sliced through him like vegetables, causing Duke Fala to bleed on the spot.
Everyone gasped again.
It's definitely not a good day to go out. The sight of gushing blood is an eyesore, and the stench of blood in the air makes even the most pampered noble beastmen's sensitive noses want to vomit.