As Tullas charged at him again, Angel didn’t move, the sickle almost reaching his eye socket. Lyon cried out in alarm at his side, and everyone’s heart leaped.
But just then, the figure of Tullas suddenly disappeared.
There was nothing around, no trace at all. If it weren’t for the numerous scratches that appeared on the platform during Tullas’s fight with Sabel, everyone would have thought that what had just happened might have been a dream.
However, after waking from the dream, there was an uproar.
Where had Tullas gone? Suddenly, that became a hot topic of conversation.
Angel didn’t offer any explanation but walked to the judges’ area and looked at Sabel, who was still somewhat dazed, and nodded gently, “You did well, Tullas needed to be taken down a notch.”
When Sabel came back to his senses, his expression darkened: “In reality, if Tullas had used the strength he just displayed, I would still be no match for him.”
“That was an accident. In this duel, you are the only victor,” Angel paused, “With City Lord Monroe as a witness, your victory is an indisputable fact.”
Having said this, Angel looked to Monroe, “With Sir Sabel’s help, City Lord Monroe will have another great general when managing Originheart City.”
Monroe smiled without speaking, but his expression was still respectful and cautious.
“Now that the battle is over, we should leave,” Angel said, looking toward Lyon.
Lyon’s mind was already elsewhere, and he nodded without hesitation.
However, just as Angel was about to leave, Sabel suddenly said, “Wait, may I ask a few questions?”
Angel turned his head back to look at Sabel.
“Where is Tullas now? And, are you a Transcendent?”
Angel: “Is that all you want to ask? If those are your only questions, you can ask Frode. He will give you the answers.”
Angel glanced at Monroe, signalling him to take Sabel to meet Frode. Then he turned and disappeared with Lyon into the still-boisterous Colosseum.
Once out of sight, the two brothers returned to reality.
Pat Manor was still very peaceful, and Sanders and Suise had not yet returned. Lyon left first, saying he was going to Gru Town, and told the Servants to prepare food and drinks in advance.
Lyon’s thinking still lay within the limits of ordinary people; he hadn’t considered that Official Wizards hardly ever ate, let alone magical food.
However, from Lyon’s excited demeanor, it was obvious that he had great respect for the red-haired Suise.
After Lyon left, Angel didn’t leave but took out Dead’s Church and placed it on the table. Then, he sent a Spirit Tentacle into it.
Before entering Tullas’s room, he heard a miserable scream from inside the door.
“I should not have lost; I wasn’t even thrown out of the ring… I am the king of the Eastern Seas, the man who could defeat the legendary Pirate Redbeard… How could I lose to an unknown, fraudulent Knight!”
“Need I remind you again that when you died, Redbeard wasn’t even ten years old,” Angel’s voice suddenly entered Tullas’s ears.
Tullas’s figure abruptly stiffened, and after a while, he responded with a resentful voice, “That’s not important.”
In the past, whenever the matter of Redbeard came up, Tullas would vehemently refute, but this time he fell silent, showing that he truly felt defeated.
“You think you haven’t lost because you weren’t thrown out of the ring?” Angel asked.
Tullas hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
Angel didn’t say anything, but instead presented the scene of the fight at that time using an Illusion.
After seeing the situation from that time, Angel asked again, “Do you still believe you haven’t lost?”
At that time, Tullas was extremely weary, revealing a flaw that was seized by Sabel. Sabel could have plunged the Rapier into Tullas’s chest, but he didn’t, instead slightly lifting the Rapier to aim for the leather armor.
Sabel didn’t penetrate the leather armor, purely using a skillful force to send Tullas flying out.
Then, Tullas was weightless in mid-air. A little more strength from Sabel, and the rebounding force would have ejected Tullas from the platform.
But, Sabel didn’t do so, instead leaving some dignity for Tullas, only letting him fall at the edge of the platform.
Sabel had held back twice in a row, showing enough grace, and didn’t deliver another blow when Tullas struggled to rise.
Tullas really wanted to say that a fight was a fight, and not falling out of the ring meant he hadn’t lost… but, after all, this was not a battle to the death, and he and Sabel were not enemies.
Tullas lowered his head, no longer arguing, which was a tacit acknowledgment of the result of the fight.
Watching Tullas in this state, Angel felt a slight sense of relief. Taking Tullas down a peg could help him settle his restless heart.