Greya decided not to think about it for now. She would watch the match first.
Tromm stood up and spat out a mouthful of blood. His face turned red because of the fire on his chest.
"Demon Fire." Tromm had been living in the Abyss for a long time, so he was familiar with the power of demons. He gave Azaz a questioning look. "Why did you use Demon Fire?"
Azaz said softly, "I only borrowed his power for a moment."
"Him? Who are you talking about? A demon from the Abyss? "
Azaz did not answer Tromm's question. He lowered his head in an apologetic manner. "I have an agreement with him, so I can't tell you."
Since Azaz did not want to talk about it, Tromm did not press further. Besides, this was not the time to ask.
Tromm looked down at his chest. The pain was so intense that he began to spasm. He forced himself to endure the discomfort and slowly exhaled. "Originally, I had planned to use its power when I challenged him. But now, I think I need to get serious. "
"… Demon Fire is something I need to take seriously."
With that, Tromm's limbs began to change. His hands turned into fluffy deer hooves. His thighs grew thicker, his calves thinner but stronger. His feet also turned into shining hooves.
When all his limbs were done, a cold mist began to surround Tromm's body. It looked like a cloud of mist that surrounded his feet and hands.
At the same time, the frost energy slowly froze the burning sensation on his chest. Since it could not be healed in a short time, he had to put it aside for now.
Azaz didn't attack Tromm while he was changing. This improved Tromm's impression of Azaz. Even if Azaz did attack him, Tromm had a way to deal with it.
Since Azaz was acting like a "gentleman", Tromm gave him a warning before making his move. "I'm coming. Watch out."
With that, Tromm stomped on the ground with his hooves.
A crisp sound was heard when he exerted his strength. The stage under his feet seemed to be covered by a layer of ice. Tromm's stomp shattered the ice.
Tromm charged at Azaz like a cannonball, creating a huge sound barrier.
It wasn't until Tromm moved that everyone noticed that there was a huge hole in the arena where he had been standing. It was filled with shattered ice …
Everyone's eyes were filled with shock. It turned out that the arena under Tromm's feet wasn't covered in a layer of ice, but directly turned into ice by Tromm!
The fact that Tromm was able to punch holes in the arena showed that he was very strong. However, even a water-type apprentice would need to cast at least a level-3 cantrip to do what Tromm did just now.
Tromm, on the other hand, clearly didn't have any tricks up his sleeves. He simply stomped his foot and turned the arena into ice!
It wasn't a trick, which meant that it was Tromm's own power. It hadn't been displayed before, so it must be the power of his "half-beast form".
What kind of demonic bloodline did this terrifying power of ice originate from?
While everyone was speculating, Tromm and Azaz had already started fighting. Black flames flickered on one side and frost on the other. With the occasional rumbling sounds, it was like a song of ice and fire.
As a gourmet wizard, Azaz's strategy was to distance himself from a bloodline wizard as much as possible. However, after borrowing demonic power, it was more suitable for him to use it in close combat.
However, Azaz hadn't learned how to fight in close combat. He could only barely cope with Tromm's overwhelming attacks.
Azaz also had to be very careful. When blocking Tromm's attacks, he had to use demonic power to neutralize the frost brought by Tromm's attacks. Otherwise, that terrifying frost energy would have immediately drilled into Aziz's body when Aziz had carelessly touched it. It was like maggots crawling into his bones, causing him endless pain.
After fighting for about three minutes, Azaz felt that he couldn't keep up with Tromm's speed anymore.
The more Tromm fought, the stronger and faster he became. If this continued, Azaz wouldn't be able to block all of his attacks. Once his body was frozen, it would be hard to say what would happen.
Azaz tried to escape from this painful stalemate.
Tromm noticed this too, but he wouldn't let Azaz escape so easily. Instead, he moved even faster. He even used frost to form a wall so that Azaz couldn't escape.
Seeing this, Aziz gritted his teeth and called out in his heart, "Sebastian, I still need to borrow your power."
Soon, a distant voice that seemed to come from the depths of darkness came back. Dear Miloris, of course. As long as your food is good enough, I will naturally give you something in return.
Azaz calmed down a bit after receiving the reply. Since Sebastian had promised, Azaz didn't hold back anymore. He instantly took out half of the demonic power in his body.
The demonic power formed a black and red ball in his hand.
A terrifying aura immediately spread in all directions. Even those sitting outside the defensive barrier could feel the aura of power that made them tremble.
Tromm, who was close, felt it the most. Looking at the demonic power that had gathered to the extreme in Azaz's hand, a trace of unease flashed through his eyes.
When cracks appeared on the black and red ball, Tromm's unease reached its peak. He didn't hesitate to run away.
The moment Tromm turned around, a violent explosion and an extremely deep darkness instantly enveloped the arena.
Everyone only saw that Tromm seemed to have been hit in the back and was sent flying. As for the result, it was shrouded in darkness. No one could see it.
There was silence in the auditorium. Everyone was shocked by this sudden scene. That terrifying aura was still rippling around them, causing them to shut their mouths tightly. Even their breathing had slowed down.
The ten thousand people in the arena seemed to have stopped at this moment. In this silence, even the rustling of clothes could be heard.
After who knew how long, a sharp voice broke the silence.
"Tromm isn't dead, is he?"
Although it was a question, there was an inexplicable sense of joy in it. Everyone turned to look at the source of the voice. They saw a snow crow flying in the air. It stared at the arena with a happy expression. The person who spoke … the bird who spoke was it.
Who was this bird? Did it have a grudge against Tromm? Otherwise, why was it so happy?
Similar doubts appeared in everyone's minds, but they didn't last long. They were most focused on the arena. Gossip about love and hate was interesting, but they could slowly dig into it after the competition. Right now, the competition was more important.
However, the arena was still shrouded in darkness. No one could see what was going on inside.
What had happened inside?
How was Tromm?
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