God's Eyes

Wisse had heard Jason's words which caused him to be astonished.

He hadn't expected that someone else would figure out what exactly he was.

His existence as a Dragonoid was known by almost everyone who was well-versed with the Olympus federation's past as there was only one race that traditionally visited the liberation tournament.

However, Jason had exposed his identity!

Wisse was a halfling of a true red dragon and an ice Dragonoid with a high blue dragon bloodline, turning him into a red and blue dragon with both affinities.

Thus, he was bestowed with certain characteristics and abilities only Dragonoids have.

The repulsive energies of his fire and ice affinity prevented him from advancing at a rapid pace as his lineage would normally suggest.

But even then, his cultivation speed was everything but slow, and it was rapidly increasing!

Once he entered the Ascendion stage everything would change either way, and he had already been looking forward to that time..

Because of this, his mood had been extremely bad as his master had told him to waste his precious time and attend the Liberation tournament.

She hadn't even given him a proper reason and had just said something about divine aura and that he should look out for anomalies.

Earlier, he hadn't believed that the mana scarce planet called Argos was worth anything, but the human race that lived on Argos was more interesting than it initially seemed, while Jason's existence was even more so.

His scales were still crawling up, and despite being at a much higher cultivation base, he sensed that Jason was not someone he should take lightly.

Even his master had told him to be careful after she had heard the entire story Wisse had recited.

While on one hand, she had been happy of her assumptions being correct, on the other hand, she had been shocked about the Chaos attribute in the natural oppression Jason had learned to radiate.

Even more astonishing was the fact that he was a halfling, from a visibly strong race as he had already created a natural stigma.

If the human race's soul awakening were to be considered interesting, Jason was Wisse's main attraction.

Even for others, Jason was a topic of interest, yet also someone they should either become friendly with or stay away from.

Old Sadran remained silent when he had heard Jason and only looked at Wisse's face to see if he gave any reaction.

However, Wisse gave away nothing, thus he told the Olympus federation's representative to continue with the tournament.

Meanwhile, Jason was becoming more tired with every second, barely listening to Jarid's explanation of the Olympus federation's past in addition to the reason a Dragonoid was present.

Had Jarid known that Jason didn't even know the difference between a dragonewt and a Dragonoid, he would probably want to strangle Jason.

As such, he remained silent, simply making up some sort of explanation for himself.

'Let's just say that a dragonewt has a little bit of dragon blood in their veins, while Dragonoids are dragon-like existences with a higher bloodline!'

The arena had already been moved around with the help of the mechanism installed in the colosseum, allowing the arena rings to be installed again.

There were only around 10 arenas that were used at a time to allow the spectators to pay attention to one of the ten fights without being forced to divert their attention to a total of 50 arenas which was the maximum capacity limit the Colosseum had!

When Jason saw the 10 arenas, he couldn't help but feel enlightened.

"With the remaining 1200 participants, I should be able to take a good rest before it's my turn! Hopefully, the fights would take some time to be completed."

Jason was simply using the 60 rounds the 10 arenas had to be used, taking an average of five minutes for every round to roughly calculate the time for which he could rest.

Because of that, he was ready to lean his body against the pillar that lifted the elevation while telling the five God's Children and Jarid to wake him up once it was his turn.

Yet, contrary to his expectations, the first rounds were just about to start and as the first set of participants were called, Jarid said,

"You're matched!"

This caused Jason to frown because he had just wanted to take some good rest.

However, the moment he saw the Klarir he was about to fight, his exhaustion was washed away as a bright smile emerged on his face.

"How can my luck be so good?"

Jason was matched against the Klarir who had tried to embarrass him before, and he entered the assigned arena without wasting any time, brightly smiling at his opponent.

He could tell that this was a perfect opportunity to show the Klarir that he was not someone who fought with words, but his strength, that it was not necessary for him to show off to others as his every action along with his performance spoke for him!

Meanwhile, the Klarir who made fun of Jason before, couldn't help but feel that he should have kept silent.

What he had sensed during the second round was more than enough to tell him that Jason's will and determination were not only much stronger but that his overall talent was incomparable to his.

The chaos attributed pressure Jason had radiated would already be enough to decrease his combat prowess by a large margin.

Because of those thoughts, the Klarir was turning less determined to fight Jason as he assumed his own life to be on the line.

Nevertheless, he had to fight, otherwise, his family would deem him as a useless coward who didn't even dare to fight a human.

As such, the Klarir could only gnaw his teeth and give his best. The moment the battle began, he enveloped himself in a thick layer of highly corrosive poison that clung tightly to his body.

A faint membrane of poison transmuted mana was put above the thin poison, turning it into a double-layered poison armor that was further strengthened with the faintly released mana.

Only a moment later, the young Klarir had been able to avert his focus and exert his martial art technique, allowing him to push towards Jason with a combat prowess comparable to a 9th Lique stage!

This was something he could be proud of, and more than most of the prodigies would be able to make use of under normal circumstances.

The Klarir's defensive capabilities were extremely strong, as they corroded everything that was weaker than the utilized mana!

At the same time, it allowed the Klarir to enhance the strength of every attack he launched as he was a close combat fighter that used his razor-sharp claws.

Unfortunately, Jason was not an ordinary opponent, and he could have just used Byakur and Solaris to severe through the double-layered poison armor, cutting through the Kalrir too, but that was not something he wanted to do.

Showing how mercilessly he could destroy the possible relationship between the Olympus federation and mankind was out of question.

As such, he couldn't simply kill everyone as he pleased.

Furthermore, humiliating his opponent after he tried to humiliate him was something that was even better to look at than an unnecessary death!

As such, Jason had allowed Petri to enter his mana core while manifesting his golden scales that were intertwined in a vein-like pattern of golden stripes as a three-meter long tail grew out of his coccyx

His entire body was covered in scales, including his head that turned more snakelike than it was before.

Many spectators exclaimed to witness his transformation and most of them belonged to the Demi-humans, or to be precise the Lizr race!

They were comparable to human-like lizards and sensed that they would witness something grand about Jason.

Out of instinct, their entire focus was trained on Jason, who began to sense something that was similar yet different as it had been with Artemis.

'It is not the time yet…? I see!'

Jason had wanted to advance his and Petri's progress allowing them to fuse together.

Unfortunately, this didn't work and it would probably take some time before their fortified soul conjunction would be ripe.

With Petri occupying his mana core, Jason's physical strength increased to the peak of the 8th Lique stage.

This meant that he should be weaker than the Klarir who had attacked him.

Unfortunately, Jason also had other means to defeat his opponent, and he had yet to teach the young arrogant Kalrir a lesson!

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