Chapter 1355 A Pretentious Youth’s Admiration <TOC> Chapter 1357 News of Friends
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The unexpected twist left everyone stunned.
The audience, eager for the unfolding battle, was taken aback. Why this sudden surrender? Granted, Cat Lantern Witch had a strong reputation, but up till now, she hadn’t shown any real aggression. What’s the meaning of conceding so soon?
Some were baffled, some discontented, and many vociferously expressed their displeasure, filling the venue with a cacophony.
However, a handful of competitors who had come from the higher ranks to observe the match seemed to understand.
“Steel Will’s decision was remarkably decisive,” remarked a woman with a petal illusion floating around her, as she lazily leaned on the armored shoulder of another vibrant-looking lady in the spectator’s area.
“Recognizing he couldn’t outmatch Cherie, he chose to concede gracefully, showcasing his power briefly before doing so. Indeed, it seems the best way to save face in the current scenario,” the spirited woman paused, glancing sideways, “Sunisha, are you spineless?”
Though chided by Carvelyn, Sunisha remained nonchalant, leaning on her and retorting in a matter-of-fact tone, “On my left is Alan, and on my right is you. Surely, I couldn’t lean on Alan, could I?”
Taking a deep breath to suppress her frustration, Carvelyn didn’t engage in further banter with Sunisha. “Now that the match is over, we should get going.”
Sunisha mused, “Last time, at the Purification Garden, I recall Angel was with Cherie. Do you think they’re still in touch?”
Carvelyn pondered for a moment, “We’ve followed several of Cherie’s matches. Have you ever seen her interact with others?”
“Point taken,” Sunisha conceded, turning to the chubby lad seated beside her. “Speaking of which, Cherie and Angel’s association probably mirrors the alliance between the House of Lilith and Phantom Island. But Alan, rumor has it your relationship with Angel is rather unique, isn’t it?”
The chubby lad was none other than Alan, a talent who had left the Old Land Continent alongside Angel and was also a descendent of Morrow.
Originally, Alan was cultivating in the Candy House within Fairytale World. Though aware of the Novastar Competition, he felt his skills weren’t sufficient to participate and thus didn’t pay much heed. However, not long ago, Morrow sent word that Alan’s sister, Alana, had entered the competition. This news stirred a longing in Alan, who hadn’t seen Alana for quite a long time.
Nevertheless, traversing the vast distance to Sky Mechanical City was a daunting task for him alone. That was until he encountered Sunisha and Carvelyn at Whiskey Mountain.
Striking a deal where he would serve as their chef and conceal their secret visit to Whiskey Mountain, Alan followed them to Sky Mechanical City.
“I’ve told you all I know,” Alan responded with a hint of gloom. He had been in Sky Tower for some time but hadn’t found any trace of Alana. Moreover, being eyed as a coveted gourmet apprentice, Alan’s days with these two enchantresses had been nothing short of grueling.
Seeing Alan’s dejected demeanor, Sunisha’s lips curled into a subtle smirk, deciding not to tease him further.
“Let’s go; we should prepare for our upcoming match… By the way, Alan, are you sure you don’t want to compete?”
They stood up and headed towards the exit.
As they departed, Angel’s gaze incidentally drifted to the exit, “Those three… Their silhouettes seem somewhat familiar.”
The fleeting thought barely lingered in Angel’s mind before being cast aside.
Now, the competition had taken a bizarre turn. Despite the audience’s gasps and clamor, the competitors had already departed, leaving spectators to merely shrug it off.
Angel also prepared to leave, planning to Meet Up with Cherie.
As they flowed with the crowd towards the exit, Glen whispered to Angel, “If David truly arrived at Sky Mechanical City, he must have cleared Sky Tower and directly headed to Infinite Battle Tower. I’ll now find the registrar of Infinite Battle Tower to see if he’s made his way here.”
They agreed to meet later at Infinite Battle Tower, and Glen soon departed solo.
Watching Glen drift away with an elated gait, Leon shook his head, musing, “Why does he seem so enthused? Quite the mysterious fellow…”
By the time they left the arena, they could still hear the surrounding crowd berating the match. Listening to others’ chatter, Leon pondered aloud, “From the looks of it, Steel Will seemed more formidable, but who would’ve guessed he’d concede so easily? Was there an external factor at play?”
“I can’t say if there were external factors, but conceding was the most sensible choice at the moment,” Angel retorted.
Cherie cracked Steel Will’s defense with just a single flame. It was apparent that Steel Will recognized he was no match for Cherie.
What’s pivotal is that Steel Will understood that Cherie’s goal wasn’t solely to clinch the top spot. Once Cherie secured that position, she’d likely advance to the eighth floor. And once she reached that stage, the top spot would still be his.
Facing an opponent who could easily overpower him, he not only saved face but also emerged without substantial losses.
Therefore, Steel Will’s concession might draw some spectators’ ire and lose a few points, but all things considered, it was the most rational decision.
Angel very much concurred with Steel Will’s balanced competition mindset. Recognizing a lost cause and bowing out early spared him further damage.
Hearing this, a light of comprehension dawned on Leon. Although this match might not bolster his practical combat skills, it instilled a certain philosophy. This newfound insight would undoubtedly cast a long shadow over his future battles.
Near the teleportation formation leading to the eighth floor, Angel, accompanied by Leon, took a few winding turns, ultimately arriving at a secluded corridor untouched by human presence.
Every few dozen meters in the corridor, the faint light of a candle could be spotted. As a result, a majority of this elongated hall was dominated by looming shadows.
“What brings us here?” Leon inquired with a hint of confusion.
As Leon awaited Angel’s response, a sudden sound of footsteps echoed from the corridor’s shaded area. Turning around, Leon’s eyes were caught by the sight of vibrant red dancing shoes, stepping forth from the obsidian darkness.
As the figure settled into the light, a flash of astonishment crossed Leon’s eyes.
The person donned an aged blue-black witch’s robe, those striking red dancing shoes, a radiant crimson bow, and floating beside her was a broom… each detail unmistakably indicating her identity.
It was Cherie, the Shadowflame Witch, previously seen competing in the arena!
As Leon registered his astonishment, a little black cat by Cherie’s feet sauntered up to Angel. Sniffing momentarily, it seemed to recognize something. After letting out a soft meow, the feline sat down next to Angel.
Casting a glance at the cat, then back to Angel, it dawned upon Leon — had Angel come here specifically to meet Shadowfire?
Bending down, Angel attempted to caress the little feline. However, the cat, seemingly irritated, twisted its hindquarters in mild agitation and returned to Cherie’s side.
“It seems Luna doesn’t recognize me?” voiced a puzzled Angel, recollecting that in the past, Luna had been quite affectionate towards him.
With a complex look in her eyes, Cherie leaned against the wall and gently stroked the black cat. “Even though you’ve deliberately emitted pheromones, it’s not that Luna doesn’t recognize you. She just commented that she’s not too fond of this face of yours. She preferred the one you had before.”
Touching his face, Angel hadn’t expected the reason to be so… well, superficial.
“Recent endeavors have ensnared me, thus the need for this visage,” proclaimed Angel.
Cherie remarked, “I’m aware. I’ve seen the news from —City Firefly’s Night Whisper—. Your exploits in the Abyss left quite an impression on me.”
Cherie’s demeanor and tone remained even-tempered. However, a closer look into her intricate gaze would reveal that she wasn’t as unfazed by the news from —City Firefly’s Night Whisper— as she appeared.
“Upon the conclusion of my match, you beckoned me here. What’s the matter?” Cherie, a touch astonished by Angel’s summoning, recounted. As her contest had just ended, she was preparing to ascend to the eighth floor to handle some promotion affairs when she received Angel’s message.
She was taken aback not just by Angel’s unexpected appearance during such a time, but also curious about his purpose for seeking her out.
“Your previous match was a spectacle,” Angel began, not merely making small talk. The pale yellow flame Cherie wielded, in stark contrast to the nether flame she’d used before, was a complete divergence, even in its essence. He speculated that this unique flame was a recent creation of hers, and by “spectacle,” he was referring to this flame.
“I’d like to think so,” Cherie responded neutrally, “It’d be ideal if every opponent possessed the acumen to recognize the tide of affairs, as he did. Are you seeking me out solely to commend my previous match? If you were to step into the ring, I believe it’d be even more captivating.”
“I won’t partake in the Novastar Competition.”
Angel’s statement elicited a fleeting hint of disappointment in Cherie’s eyes.
Though —City Firefly’s Night Whisper— documented Angel’s undertakings in the Abyss, the specifics of his power remained elusive. From the scant details provided, it was known that Angel had been marked by the Time Thief, suggesting that his capabilities were formidable.
Canter had alluded that Angel’s strength was now profound.
However, the extent of this strength remained shrouded in mystery. Cherie mused in silence, contemplating if, should Angel partake in the Novastar Competition, there might be an opportunity to test his mettle against hers.
Regrettably, Angel had no intention of participating in the Novastar Competition.
This left Cherie somewhat disappointed.
“Though I won’t participate, Leon likely will.” Angel gestured to the lost-in-thought Leon beside him, briefly elucidating their relationship.
From Angel’s account, Cherie grasped his intentions, presuming he sought to broaden his brother’s connections within the Wizarding World.
“All I know is that the House of Lilith is linked with Phantom Island.”
“If there’s nothing else, I’ll be on my way,” Cherie declared without hesitation, turning to leave. “I have a match soon.”
Cherie’s figure faded as she walked down the corridor.
Even after she left, Leon was still somewhat puzzled.
Angel, however, discerned the undertone in Cherie’s words. The House of Lilith had ties to Phantom Island, but if Leon wasn’t from there, how did it concern her?
Angel had surmised that Cherie wouldn’t be easily convinced, given her nature. He hadn’t held any real hopes, so there was no room for disappointment.
Chapter 1355 A Pretentious Youth’s Admiration <TOC> Chapter 1357 News of Friends