My Soul card is a Reaper

"The winner is Vesyrn Night Garcia," announced the leader of the Blood clan as the healers rushed into the arena.

Qridus Garcia then slowly floated in the air with a prideful smile on his face. He flew into the arena and landed beside Vesyrn.

Vesyrn Garcia greeted him with a bow. "Lord Qridus…"

Qridus patted his shoulder and said, "Well done. But, your victory isn't convincing to a few people including myself. Hence, I would want you to spar against me right now in front of your clansmen and give your best."

"Eh?" Vesyrn was slightly surprised but then nodded, "alright."

Francis Blood was taken aback by Qridus' order as the match was already over.

Vesyrn had the support of the majority of the subclan leaders and pavilion masters. It has been made clear by the cheering from the audience too.

So, why is there a need for another battle? What if Vesyrn gets badly beaten in this upcoming battle? How could he face everyone from tomorrow?

Feeling like it is a double-edged sword, Francis Blood tried to talk his friend out of his decision. But, he was already too late.

After informing his decision to Vesyrn, Qridus Garcia, without asking for his descendant's opinion on the matter, directly made an announcement to the audience.

Rising into the air, he addressed everyone.

"My fellow clansmen, Vesyrn Garcia has fought and earned the position of the heir to our clan through his own hands. However, it isn't a clan heir who should become the acting clan head either.

To become one, the clan heir must prove himself to the clan head that he is worthy of taking such a task if he isn't in the Supreme realm. It is the long-standing tradition of our clan and everyone must respect it.

I'm taking this occasion to announce my departure to the unknown lands of the Arcana world (rank-5 regions). Now, we'll see if the new clan heir is really worthy of taking my position or not."

The clan members including the top experts were shocked by the announcement. Some of them couldn't help but frown but some of them nodded in understanding.

Whatever their thoughts might be, no one would dare to speak against their monarch anyways. And even Azzy knows that fact. Hence, his attention was only fixed on his father.

Soon, the unconscious Prince Velez was taken away from the arena and Vesyrn now had a new opponent who wanted to make sure that everyone stays loyal to his successor in his absence.

Everyone glued their eyes toward the field with a pin drop silence filled the stadium as they don't dare to cheer this time. After all, this match is going to be between the clan head and the clan heir.

Summoning his Arcana, Qridus gestured for his successor to do the same.

Vesyrn hesitated a bit and then nodded, eventually summoning the Arcana after recovering his soul energy to full.

*Roar*

Letting out a powerful draconic roar, an undead dragon made its appearance in the arena, shocking every single spectator who was under the impression that their young master's attribute is light.

How could he have an undead that reeks of death? The same thought came to all the influential upper echelons of the clans sitting out there. After all, Vesyrn did showcase the swords of light earlier.

Even if Vesyrn had hidden his real powers all along, they couldn't understand how he possessed two attributes of opposite nature. It goes without saying that they were amazed and saw him in a new light. Even Prince Velez's supporters were no different from the rest. Albin Ash couldn't help but feel extremely uncomfortable.

Back to the field, as the Dracolich was summoned, the leader of the Blood clan rose into the air and announced the start of the battle.

Unlike the last time when Qridus was on the defensive at Camelot to test his descendant's powers, this time, he was more on the offensive.

Raising the staff, he conjured five golden spheres of light in just a fraction of a second and aimed at the dragon.

As soon as he saw the spheres of light, each of them had the power of low-rank-9; Vesyrn realized that his ancestor is deadly serious about making him go all out. He didn't take this battle lightly either.

Slamming the ground with his palm, Vesyrn unleashed another technique of his. As his soul power was consumed by one-third, a giant golden-colored wall with black patches here and there was raised from the ground.

The barrier shielded the dragon and was struck by the incoming attack. Because Qridus was holding back in this attack, the defensive barrier managed to block it.

"Good response," Qridus nodded in satisfaction and raised his staff once again. "Now, take this…"

"Soul skill: Tree of the Blessed."

A giant tree slowly erupted from the ground, making every spectator stand from their seats.

Looking at the tree that resembles a banyan tree with hundreds of aerial roots hanging from the branches, the clan leaders couldn't help but look at it in awe as it has been more than a century since they last saw it.

Even Azzy was amazed for a second and stare at it.

Slowly rising into the air and floating above the tree, Qridus looked at his successor and announced loudly, "if you cannot beat this, then, you are not worthy to take my place, Vesyrn."

Vesyrn clenched his fist tightly and took deep breaths, trying to stay calm down. "Damn this crazy old man. Can't he slowly increase the strength of his attacks? Who will go from an ordinary attack to a city-destruction-level move like this? Didn't he want me to showcase all of my soul skills? What's going on with his head? Okay, Vesyrn. Calm down… You can do this."

Taking one more deep breath, Vesyrn spoke to his Arcana. "Raya, I guess it's time for the sacrifice buddy."

The dracolich turned its head and looked meaningfully at its master and nodded.

"Soul skill: Sacrificial"

As Vesyrn unleashed the soul skill, the dracolich was enveloped by the death energy before it separated into thousands of bones and all of them flew into Vesyrn.

The bones disappeared into Vesyrn's body and temporarily raised his soul power bit by bit.

By the end of the process, Vesyrn temporarily had broken into the supreme realm and his eyes turned pitch black.

"Let's go and hack this bi*ch"

Everyone then saw Vesyrn charge forward and a sword made of bone came from his palm in the meantime.