"Stink Bomb?!"
Asaz was using the Stink Bomb again, a rare offensive trick in the culinary world. However, to prevent the Stink Bomb from being immediately destroyed, Asaz mixed a black-red spice to make Trom think it was the previous Demonic Power.
Indeed, Asaz didn’t suspect a thing in his haste. He didn’t attack the Stink Bomb and immediately used the deer skin as a cover.
But the deer skin, although highly resistant to energy, could not ward off the spreading smell.
Trom inwardly cursed as the stench of the Stink Bomb spread, his vision blurring before his eyes.
If one doesn’t use a Defense Spell and fully endure the effect of the Stink Bomb, they may completely lose all sensory experiences and can’t control themselves.
Trom was in such an uncontrollable state at that moment.
At such times, if his opponent were to release another black-red sphere, he would definitely be finished.
Trom anxiously awaited the outcome of his defeat.
But when he opened his eyes amidst the disorienting swirl created by the Stink Bomb, he realized he wasn’t grievously wounded. Only the frost sealing the wound on his chest was shattered, causing some dull pain. The rest of his body remained unscathed.
On the other hand, Asaz, his hands emanating a white, frosty vapor, couldn’t even expel it with the remaining Demonic Power.
Clearly, Asaz took advantage of Trom’s loss of control and attacked his chest, but Trom wasn’t severely hurt, while Asaz himself was backfired upon by the frosty breath.
Lacking additional supplies of Demonic Power, Asaz couldn’t break through the frost layer covering Trom.
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"It looks like my foolish disciple is going to win, how boring. It would be so much better if he lost." Harsh voices emerged from the Snow Raven.
Greya glanced at Quini, she was not joking. She truly desired, hoped, and even greatly anticipated Trom’s loss.
Greya couldn’t help but feel sad for Trom, having such a mentor.
"But, winning doesn’t matter either. Thinking that he won’t be able to fulfill the three-year agreement makes me very happy." It seemed Quini remembered something, shifting from despondency to joy.
"What three-year agreement?" Greya knew it must be another setup against Trom, but she couldn’t help inquiring further.
Quini turned her head, looking towards Angel lost in contemplation: "Actually, Trom greatly admires Angel."
Angel snapped back to attention, looking towards Quini.
"Admires him to the extent of wanting to defeat you." Quini continued: "I of course did support him, so I set a three-year agreement with him. If he defeats you within three years, I’ll strive to get him an opportunity to enter the ’Moon Chapter.’ If he fails to achieve this goal within three years, he has to accept a little punishment."
Although Quini didn’t specify what the punishment was, knowing her character, it certainly wasn’t a "little" punishment.
"He agreed?" Greya was doubtful: "He wants to defeat Angel within three years, but the premises require him to advance to Official Wizard. I see no signs of advancement on him, how could he agree?"
Even if he truly decided to advance, it would definitely require a lengthy preparation period. Even with extremely good luck and successful advancement, there would still be a stabilization period. It’s basically impossible for him to defeat Angel within three years.
Such an impossible agreement, would Trom be foolish enough to agree?
"He agreed." Quini’s words made Greya doubt what she heard, even the challenge target, Angel, couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.
"However, at that time I didn’t tell him that Angel had already advanced to Official Wizard. You know, information travels slowly in the Abyss."
Greya: "..." As expected.
Among those she knew, only Quini would trap her own disciple so brazenly.
"Since today’s battle outcome is already determined, I’ll leave. I certainly do not want to see Trom triumphant after his victory." Snow Raven flew into the sky, circled once, and looked at Angel: "Angel, I’m looking forward to our next encounter."
"But don’t forget the rewards of the Frost Moon—Frost Essence and Moon Chapter, always ready to open their doors to you. I await you in the Frost Moon Alliance."
With that, Snow Raven spiraled upward and flew away from the arena.