Chapter 1552: Section 1553: One Move in Chess Chapter 1552: Section 1553: One Move in Chess “That Book Spirit, it's the one who was begging on the street before, right?” At this moment, Angel heard Sabo's voice.
Angel smiled and nodded.
Originally, Black Classic was playing the saxophone on the street, claiming to be a performer, but it looked more like begging.
According to Black Classic himself, to avoid recognition or rather getting beaten up, he would definitely not use that look in today's competition.
“That's quite interesting.” Sabo paused for a moment and couldn't help but ask curiously: “Is it true as the audience guessed, that he is related to Book Elder?”
Book Elder is one of the three Ancestral Spirits of Barbarian Cave, recognized by almost all wizards as 'the most learned in Southern Domain'.
In a sense, Book Elder is also the most representative person of Barbarian Cave, even more prestigious than Lord Rhein.
Angel pondered for a moment: “I've heard from Serum that he indeed has met Book Elder, but I don't know the nature of their relationship.”
Angel spoke the truth. Serum had indeed met Book Elder. Serum's insistence on becoming a Sage Body was actually because Book Elder told him that only a Sage Body could potentially activate the spirit. However, Angel did not inquire about their exact relationship.
Perhaps Book Elder valued Serum greatly, or maybe Book Elder was just offering guidance to his junior, it's hard to say. After all, Book Elder is elusive, even though it's known he's always in the Cloudtop Library, he's never to be found.
After hearing this, Sabo's eyes flickered: “Now, I am rather looking forward to his performance.”
Sabo did feel expectant, mainly because of Angel's concern and the possible connection between Serum and Book Elder. But as he carefully watched the match, his frown deepened.
The reason for frowning was not other; simply because he couldn't bear to watch any longer.
Serum and Xiliu both seemed to belong to the dark category. For a dispute between the same type, it depended on who was more skilled.
Whether it be combat experience, the diversity of tricks, response speed, or even physical strength… Serum was completely defeated by Xiliu.
Moreover, Black Classic was muttering continuously, endlessly giving Serum tricks and advice on what to do.
Even so, he couldn't withstand Xiliu's onslaught.
In just five minutes, Serum was already swollen with bruises, his body plastered with blood. Xiliu, however, remained unchanged with no visible difference, walking within the dark lines, with an atmosphere of gloom around him, praying and hoping with his mutters.
Meanwhile, in the spectator stands.
Everyone from Fangling Hall had come out for Serum's match. Including the sleeping Xiliu, who Shan had forcibly dragged to the spectator stands to sleep.
Shan, sitting on Ganke's shoulders, covered her eyes with her hands, not daring to watch Serum's condition. Yet out of concern, she kept occasionally asking about the situation.
Thus, around Shan, everyone could hear Ganke's voice, which was always the same: “No good… no good… no good…”
Lyon also looked extremely anxious, very worried as he watched Serum being thoroughly defeated on the field.
Seeing Serum in such a dreadful state, he couldn't help but ask Nausicaa standing beside him: “Can there really be a chance if this continues?”
Nausicaa, holding her pipe horizontally, took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled the swirling smoke.
Within the swirling smoke, Nausicaa shook her head: “I don't know, from my point of view, I can't see the light of victory, but… Serum is not a reckless person, he hasn't chosen to give up, and Black Classic hasn't persuaded him to concede either, maybe there's still hope?”
Right after Nausicaa finished speaking, after being blown away again, Serum shakily stood up.
At the same time, a Dark Mist slowly began to form on his body.
“Dark Incarnation,” Nausicaa whispered softly: “This is Serum's strongest measure at the moment, transforming into darkness, trapping the opponent forever in it.”
Hearing this was Serum's strongest measure, Lyon's eyes brightened: “Can it defeat the light ghost?”
Nausicaa pondered for a moment: “It's difficult.”
Dark Incarnation indeed is a very powerful tactic, but for Xiliu, who is also of the dark type, can it really be as invincible as before? Nausicaa was doubtful.
When the Dark Mist began spreading around, Serum's figure started gradually fading away, as if he had hidden in the darkness, or as if being swallowed by it.
This is the Dark Incarnation; when in the darkness, Serum's form can almost be said to be illusory, hardly susceptible to physical damage.
The audience also expressed their expectations for Serum's Dark Incarnation, after all, Serum was really in a dire situation now; if there was a chance for a turnaround, they were pleased to see it.
However, Serum's Dark Incarnation had not fully formed yet. His opponent, Xiliu, muttering “hope,” suddenly exploded.
But there was no splattering of flesh and blood, at the moment Xiliu's body exploded, it turned into an endless dark aura.
This dark aura was filled with corrosion, hallucination, gloom, and utter silence.
Seeing this scene, Nausicaa's face turned pale: “This is also a Dark Incarnation, and…”
And Xiliu's Dark Incarnation was instantaneous, suggesting that Xiliu might have placed the Dark Incarnation in the Witchcraft Slot. Moreover, the properties contained in Xiliu's Dark Incarnation even included a corrosive effect, more than what Serum had.
Using Dark Incarnation against Xiliu, Serum was sure to lose!
Nausicaa's worries soon came true, Xiliu's Dark Incarnation completely overshadowed Serum's, turning into a larger mist and enveloping the arena.
Now, the center of the arena was shrouded in a massive black fog, and the audience could only see the swirling dark air and the occasional piercing screams from within.
After a long while, a figure walked out from the midst of the black fog.
It was a person radiating a halo, fluttering the pure white wings at his back, slowly stepping out of the dark fog.
Undoubtedly, this person was Black Classic.
In Black Classic's arms, he held a bloodied body.
From the almost torn clothes, it was clear that the bloodied person was Serum.
He was completely corroded by the darkness, not a single spot of his skin was intact, oozing a murky yellow fluid, looking extremely miserable.
At this moment, the Dark Mist behind them slowly dissipated, finally transforming into a somber woman, Serene Glow.