Chapter 1532: Section 1533: Fated Conclusion Chapter 1532: Section 1533: Fated Conclusion Angel's arrival had not yet ceased to ripple across the venue. But at this moment, with the countdown on the light screen reaching its final seconds,
the light sources outside dimmed once more, leaving only the Boundless Battle Arena aglow within the dome.
All eyes were compelled to turn toward the Boundless Battle Arena.
As the countdown returned to zero, within the Boundless Battle Arena, Dominico, who had been smiling and bantering theatrically with Spiwey, suddenly drew his sword with a focused aura, rose petals phantasms sprinkling around him: “Are you ready to unveil the curtain to a play where you lose and I win?”
“Who wins and who loses is still up for debate.” With the tip of his finger, Spiwey lightly touched the crimson lips of the Joker mask, and thick Dark Mist immediately swept in to assault.
Dominico appeared to carelessly let his rapier drop slowly, and just as the tip touched the ground, he abruptly burst forth with an immense energy.
The prepared Trick model was finally unleashed at this moment, the magic casting channels flowing into the rapier with his fingertips, and then seeping slowly into the earth along the rapier.
Invisible energy was accumulating deep below the ground.
Underneath, Spiwey felt a slight tremor and simultaneously, an ominous premonition from the ground beneath his feet.
The crisis awareness that had once been cultivated as a Wizard now came into play. Sensing the anomaly, Spiwey unhesitatingly leaped into the air.
At the instant he left the ground, a greedy maw erupted from beneath, and countless roots and thorny vines burst forth like an exploding fountain, turning his previous standing spot into a sea of menacing vines.
“Do you think you'll be worry-free by jumping to higher ground? Naive!”
Spiwey turned sharply, only to see Dominico, who at some point had plunged his rapier into the ground, which immediately turned into countless rose vines.
These rose vines grew rapidly, quickly reaching over ten meters in height and encircling Spiwey in a dome of greenery.
At that moment, one after another, vibrant red roses bloomed on the vine.
The pale red pollen, along with the blooming of rose buds, sprayed outwards. Numerous rose petals also cascaded down in the bluster, sharpening into deadly blades, hurling towards Spiwey.
Beneath was a sea of thorns, above was airborne unknown pollen, perfectly stuck in between.
One could either break through forcibly or just endure passively.
The former would surely lead to entanglement by the vines and thorns, the latter was akin to sitting and awaiting doom. Thus, whichever choice he made, to Dominico, Spiwey was…
“Destined to lose!”
Just as Dominico reveled in smug satisfaction, a cold voice suddenly echoed: “Really?”
He spun around rapidly, only to see a Joker mask floating behind him.
Its bizarre crimson smile seemed to mock his ignorance.
Dominico glanced from the corner of his eye at the center enshrouded in pollen and vines, where now only a dark cloud of mist remained, and the Joker's mask had disappeared.
Moreover, the black mist inside was darkening, while behind the Joker mask before him, a shadowy figure stealthily emerged!
Surprise flashed through Dominico's eyes. How did this Deceiver manage to get out? There was no movement at all, so how did he escape?
As Dominico reeled in shock, one of the Joker mask's eyes suddenly sparked with dazzling silver light.
In an instant, innumerable rapiers flew out from within the eye. These rapiers, uniquely designed, had Joker heads carved into the handles, and from the middle of the 'M' shaped Joker hats, silver gleaming blades had grown.
Hundreds of Joker rapiers targeted Dominico.
Caught off guard, Dominico was pierced by a Joker rapier in the back of his hand. The rapier went clean through, leaving a bloody hole.
Even with a Defense Spell to protect him, the rapier pierced through, showing the formidable force!
As more rapiers bore down, Dominico dared not wait to be struck. He promptly turned the rose vines into layers of defense, shielding himself from the razor-edged onslaught!
Yet when the next wave of Joker rapiers met the vines, not a single sound arose. Dominico reached out to catch one, only to find that all those Joker rapiers were mere Illusions!
Hee hee hee hee, it was all to trick you —
The eerie laughter of the Joker reached Dominico's ears.
It appeared he had realized something; he abruptly turned back, looking toward the previous rose vines. Spiwey, whom he thought had escaped, was now leisurely walking out from within.
With Dominico's vines retracted for defense, a gap had opened, allowing Spiwey to nonchalantly step out from the seemingly inescapable deathtrap.
“Your rose vine prison was perfect. Alas, you were fooled, y'know.”
As Spiwey casually passed by, Dominico heard his murmur.
Only then did he understand, Spiwey never truly escaped; he had used the illusion of a Joker mask to make him believe he had. With one real Joker rapier and countless illusions, he had forced the retraction of the rose vines for defense, allowing Spiwey to just stroll out into the open.
Without lifting a finger.
A surge of anger raced to Dominico's eyes. Just as he was about to withdraw the rose vines, another Joker rapier flew towards him from a not-so-distant place.
The rapier's blade reflected a faint, cold light.
It's an illusion, right? Dominico hesitated for a moment, still retracted his creeping vines, but when the Joker's rapier pierced his shoulder, it was Spiwey who chuckled from not far away, reminding:
“This time it's real.”
Outside the Boundless Battle Arena.
Farina slowly moved her floating chair closer to Angel: “A name well deserved as The Deceiver, creating illusions that blur the line between reality and fiction.”
Angel: “Without fluctuations of the Illusion Node, it's just a trick of light and shadows. Breaking through it is not difficult.”
“Yes, it's a pity that Spring Waltz has fallen into the atmosphere crafted by The Deceiver and was deceived for a moment. However, to perfectly construct such an atmosphere in this kind of competition shows his techniques are indeed excellent.” Farina paused: “For this match, who do you favor?”
Angel remained silent for a moment before saying, “I would still say Spring Waltz.”