Being a Saint since the age of myth

Wuxin hurriedly saluted, then strode forward.

He stopped when he was about three meters from the many Cloth boxes.

After calming his excitement a little, he focused and burned his Cosmo to the fullest.

As he unleashed his full power, an immense aura of Cosmo spread throughout the arena.

In the stands, the Saints began discussing him as they sensed the unrestrained fluctuations of his Cosmo.

"This guy is pretty strong. He's already close to the level of a mid-tier Silver Saint!"

"Once he obtains a Silver Cloth, its enhancement will definitely bring him up to the strength of a mid-tier Silver Saint!"

"Exactly, exactly!"

"With such a powerful Silver Saint joining us, our missions will be much easier from now on!"

Meanwhile, all twelve Cloth boxes began to tremble slightly beneath the fluctuations of Wuxin's Cosmo.

Under the influence of his Cosmo, the dormant spirits of the Cloths had awakened.

As long as his Cosmo resonated with any one of the Cloths, it would mean he had earned its recognition.

However, after trembling a few times, the Cloth boxes fell still again.

In the end, all twelve Cloth boxes became utterly motionless, like boulders in a raging current. No matter how fiercely the waves battered them, they did not budge.

"Can I really be this unlucky?"

Wuxin was a little dumbfounded.

It was said that extremely special techniques had been used when forging the Cloths, giving them extraordinary adaptability.

This also ensured that everyone could find the one best suited to them among the Cloths.

However, the number of Cloths was ultimately limited.

If someone was unlucky and the Cloth best suited to them had already been chosen, they might very well fail to find a suitable Cloth.

Wuxin's current situation was one such example.

In the stands, Sasha, Sage, and the others also felt deeply disappointed. Since Wuxin had failed to obtain a Silver Cloth of his own, he could only look among the lower-ranked Bronze Cloths.

Just then, however, cries of surprise rose from the nearby stands.

"Look at his Cloth!"

A Silver Saint's face was flushed red. The Cloth on his body shone brightly as it began coming apart, about to separate from its owner.

Generally speaking, once a Cloth chose an owner, it would not readily change its choice, nor would it readily separate from its owner.

But if something like this happened, it was very likely that the Cloth's owner had betrayed Sanctuary.

Yet he believed he had never done anything detrimental to Sanctuary and had no idea why his Cloth was behaving this way.

He burned his Cosmo fiercely, trying to suppress the Cloth on his body, but his efforts were futile. His Cloth continued coming apart piece by piece before reassembling into a gigantic silver cup.

Then the silver cup turned into a streak of light and shot into the arena, landing in front of Wuxin.

"Is this... the Crateris Cloth?"

Wuxin recognized the gigantic silver cup at a glance.

What surprised him even more was that the gigantic silver cup resonated with his Cosmo, releasing pulses of light in an extremely regular rhythm.

In the stands, Sasha and the Saints were stunned by this sudden turn of events.

"What's going on?"

Clearly, the Crateris Cloth had chosen a new owner.

The problem was that its previous owner was still there.

This meant the Cloth had abandoned its owner of its own accord and chosen a new one.

This was the first time they had encountered such a bizarre situation.

For Wuxin, this was good news: he could obtain a Silver Cloth that suited him. But for its original owner, it was a disaster and a farce.

Without his Cloth, he would become a Saint Candidate once more.

Of course, he could also go straight to choosing a Bronze Cloth.

But after experiencing the power of a Silver Cloth, how could he go back and choose a Bronze Cloth?

More importantly, the Cloth had abandoned him of its own accord. In everyone else's eyes, this proved that he was inferior to Wuxin and unworthy of possessing the Crateris Silver Cloth.

This was a denial of his character, a trampling of his dignity, and an immense humiliation!

Chapter 45: A reluctant ruling

"That's mine!"

The abandoned Silver Saint roared in anger and leaped into the arena.

Sensing the undisguised hostility coming from him, Wuxin immediately took a defensive stance.

With a clash about to erupt, Sasha asked the Pope somewhat anxiously, "Mr. Sage, do you have a good way to handle this situation?"

The Crateris Cloth had chosen Wuxin, so she could have declared him the new Crateris Saint. However, Baker, the original Crateris Saint, was still there, and such a ruling would likely hurt him.

Sage gave Cancer a meaningful look from afar, then replied quietly, "Lady Sasha, since the Crateris Cloth now has two owners..."

"Why don't we add another contest and use it to decide who ultimately receives the Crateris Cloth?"

"Another contest?"

Sasha considered it, then said hesitantly, "Baker is in a terrible state right now. If we have him fight Wuxin, won't that worsen the conflict between them?"

"I'm afraid that would harm unity among the Saints!"

"Lady Sasha, you are still too kind!"

Pope Sage shook his head and said with a wry smile, "There is only one Crateris Cloth. Only one of them can become the Crateris Saint."

"Besides, the Cloth has already made its own choice."

"Even if we forcibly rule that the Crateris Cloth still belongs to Baker, he won't be able to wear it again."

"At the same time, such a forced ruling would also hurt Saint Candidate Wuxin."

"After all, the Crateris Cloth has already chosen him."

"But if we award the Cloth to Saint Candidate Wuxin, that would also hurt Baker, the original Crateris Saint."

"So all we can do is give them a fair fight."

"Let the fight decide who ultimately receives the Cloth, just like a Cloth contest."

"That way, neither will have any further complaints."

"Then... all right!" Sasha reluctantly agreed to the proposal.

She could not find a better solution either.

Meanwhile, having received the Pope's signal, Manigoldo entered the arena again and stood between the former Crateris Baker and Wuxin, preventing them from coming to blows.

However, to Baker, the aggrieved party, Manigoldo's actions were no different from taking sides and deliberately favoring his junior brother.

He immediately shouted angrily, "Lord Manigoldo, if you also believe the Crateris Cloth should belong to him, I'll turn around and leave right now and never mention this again!"

Though furious, he had not lost his reason enough to attack a Gold Saint. He had no chance of winning.

"No, no, no!"

Manigoldo waved a hand and said casually, "I have no intention of offering any opinion on who this Cloth belongs to."

"I only want to remind you that Saints are forbidden from killing one another in Sanctuary!"

He gave Baker a warning look, then turned toward the stands. "As for who receives the Crateris Cloth, I don't think anyone has more say than Lady Sasha and His Holiness."

Not far away, to avoid provoking the former Crateris Baker, Wuxin resisted the temptation to claim the Crateris Cloth and instead quietly put some distance between them.

He knew very well that this Cloth had become a hot potato. It would not be easy to claim.

Just then, Sasha's gentle voice came from the stands.

"Everyone, please hear me out!"

The noisy crowd in the stands immediately quieted down.

Sasha continued, "An unexpected incident has occurred during this Cloth contest."

"The Crateris Cloth has chosen a new owner while its original owner is still here."

"Both are qualified to receive the Crateris Cloth, but there is only one."

"For this reason, the Pope and I have decided to have the two eligible contenders fight another round, letting their strength determine who ultimately receives the Cloth."

"After this battle, no one may question who the Crateris Cloth belongs to!"

The former Crateris Baker was deeply unwilling to accept this.

After all, he was the Cloth's owner.

No matter what, he could not stomach having to fight someone else with his own Cloth as the prize.

Fortunately, Sasha and the Pope had not directly stripped him of his eligibility for the Cloth. That was at least a blessing amid misfortune.

By contrast, Wuxin let out a long sigh of relief.

Deciding the Cloth's final ownership through strength was not the best solution, but at least it allowed both sides to save face.

Perhaps the loser would still refuse to accept it inwardly, but a gap in raw strength would be enough to silence them and reduce a great deal of unnecessary trouble.

"I will obey your command, my lady!"

Wuxin immediately bowed toward the stands to show his acceptance.

Seeing this, Baker said nothing more and likewise expressed no objection.

The Pope immediately instructed them, "Both of you, go and rest properly. The fight will begin in one hour!"

"Yes!"