My Soul card is a Reaper

"The winner of Group-1 is Damon Silver"

"The winner of Group 2 is Esme Ash"

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"The winner of Group 15 is Kian Smoke"

"Now, last but not least, welcome the participants from Group 16."

Amidst the applauses of the audience, two eleven-year-olds entered the field, making big strides as if they were competing with each other to reach the central platform before one another.

As the two Arcana masters in the 3-star realm climbed onto the stage, Azzy took a glance in the direction of the entrance and spoke out loud, "Participant Riven Blood, you have 60 seconds to enter the Arena."

"Umm, Sir… Riven won't participate," said the girl from Ash girl, in a bit of a timid manner. As Azzy turned his head to look at her with a frown on his face, she averted his gaze and looked down at the floor and explained, "Earlier, he made a sudden breakthrough to the 5-star realm and requested Elder Cain's presence (Orange Pavilion Master).

Elder Cain took him away to register him in the higher division."

"Without my permission?" Azzy couldn't help but feel slightly displeased by the actions of another Pavilion master. After all, he is the current host and atleast expected elders to send him a message even after taking the action.

Whatever the case, Azzy didn't have the time to focus on other things and placed his attention on the current scenario. After confirming the matter with Cain Blood, he addressed the crowd, "Due to unforeseen circumstances, Participant Riven Blood withdrew from the competition. Hence, the winner of this group will be decided by the battle between these two individuals."

Once again, Azzy slowly rose in the air before signaling the match to start.

Ivy Ash and Lyra Night charged at each other with their respective weapons out.

After what seemed like an intense battle of three minutes, Ivy Ash was declared the winner and proceeded to round 16.

In the following hour, round 16, round 8, and the semifinals were successfully completed, leaving Kian Smoke and Damon Silver to battle for the first prize.

Postponing their finals to a later time, Azzy went on to announce the start of intermediate division battles after a 30-minute break.

As usual, the registered candidates arrived at the waiting room one after another. Riven once again quietly sat in a corner not to acquire any attention from the others, but this time, his gaze was fixed on the door with anxiousness, constantly muttering, "Come on, come on, come on… come before I lose my mind to this drug effects…"

Fortunately, his prayers were answered as the short boy in a casual t-shirt and shorts entered the room, attracting everyone's attention in an instant he stepped inside.

"Woah, would you look at that?"

"Young master Alastor does have the guts to enter this round"

"Yeah, isn't he only in the 4-star realm?"

"C'mon, he has no choice. What would people think if he would cowardly enter the beginner's division? Whether he wins or loses it, his prestige will go down the drain."

"I don't think so. I heard that his control over blood is comparable to that of their clan elders. He must be confident to take on the others."

"But, still, I don't think he could win against the veterans here. His talent cannot win against their decades of fighting experience and two realms of difference."

"Hmm, now that you mention it, it does seem like he doesn't have any chance. Perhaps, he is here to test his abilities."

As whispers filled the room with most of them pessimistic about Alastor's chances to even enter the top 8, Azzy entered the room to read the list of groups and warn them of the consequences of rule-breaking as he did with the kids.

This set of individuals didn't have much complaints against Azzy's behavior, unlike the kids, for they knew how scary his powers were. Hence, they mostly focused on the opponents.

A total of 134 members were divided into 32 groups with one of the groups ending up having 6 participants. Obviously, it is the last group.

Riven Blood was the most ecstatic of all, upon finding himself in the same group as Alastor.

However, the others don't seem that happy, for they found themselves going against the heir of the Crescent Clan who is also a veteran fighter.

As a result, Group 32's combatants are as follows:

Alastor Blood (4-star)

Gredor Crescent (6-star)

Zara Crescent (5-star)

Redgar Night (6-star)

Aya Smoke (5-star)

Riven Blood (5-star)

It goes without saying that Crescent clan members will ally with each other and Alastor is considered insignificant by a proud fellow like Gredor. Due to Riven's young age, Gredor didn't let his clansman approach him too.

Meanwhile, as the Night clan also doesn't have a good relationship with them, Aya Smoke moves to Redgar Night. Riven had no interest in allying with Alastor and kept his eye on him. Seeing Alastor not interested in moving from any spot, the 16-year-old accepted Redgar's alliance for the moment.

However, Alastor Blood, the fourteen-year-old didn't bat an eye and was seen closing his eyes and silently meditating in his position. This displeased both parties, making them feel like Alastor was mocking them.

Riven couldn't help but grin under the hood after hearing Redgar's order to take out Alastor right at the start of the match.

One after another, the battles are finished, with the winners returning to the waiting room to rest and the losers leaving the arena.

After a long three hours of wait, Riven finally entered the arena, alongside the remaining five. His heartbeat rate was going crazily, sweatdrops could be seen on his face, and his veins were bulging out from his muscles all over his body. He was trying his best to calm himself as he reached onto the stage.

Azzy observed them, with his gaze a bit longer on Riven compared to others, but he didn't stare at him for too long and went on informing them to take their positions as the battle would start in 30 seconds.

With the countdown of 30 seconds over, a burst of energy was shot from Azzy's palm toward the sky, signaling the start of the match. As if Redgar and Gredor were prepared beforehand, both of them shot an energy blast toward Alastor, who stood on the side, close to the edge.

Filled with atleast mid-rank-5, both energy blasts reached Alastor in a jiffy and struck him head-on, but got deflected into different directions without inflicting any damage, taking them by surprise.

"Wow"

As a collective gasp escaped from a portion of the audience, a smirk escaped Alastor as he placed his hands in his shorts' pockets, "Good try, weaklings. Now, it is my turn." His eyes glowed in scarlet.

"Soul skill: Blood Daggers"

In an instant, dozens of daggers made of blood appeared above Alastor's head before splitting their directions as they shot toward their targets.

"Hmpf, big talk"

Gredor stepped forward and conjured an energy shield, trying to block the blood daggers.

The blood daggers struck it one after another, leaving behind blood each time they failed to pierce. Soon, the entire shield was smeared with a large amount of blood, which blocked his vision.

"Dismiss"

When he tried dismissing the shield he conjured, it didn't.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Aya took out her twin daggers and destroyed the incoming blood daggers at a blurring speed. It only took her three seconds to destroy them but just as with Gredor, every time the blood daggers were destroyed, they turned into a pool of blood and fell upon the opponents.

Riven escaped it due to his knowledge of the skill and Redgar also did it with the help of a clone due to heightened senses, but Aya Smoke had the blood fall onto her like a bucket of water.

But, every blood dropped onto her disappeared right away.

Alastor nodded in satisfaction as he glanced to the right and snapped his finger, "Blood drain."

"Argh…":

A piercing scream startled the entire stadium.

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