Chapter 1529 The Spring Waltz <TOC> Chapter 1531 The Once Little Demon
Translator: SumTLMan
What else is there to say? Truly deserving of being from the Torch Institute, the drama is already more than sufficient without uttering a single word.
Moreover, why does his flamboyant gesture not seem greasy at all? Is it that when you’re good-looking, all can be forgiven?
The only hope among the male spectators is that the door leaned upon by Dominico would disappear promptly; otherwise, who knows how long he’ll keep up this act.
Perhaps their silent prayers were heard by the powers that be; finally, under Dominico’s relentless flirtatious gazes, the door showed signs of vanishing.
Dominico gracefully straightened his posture and stretched, a move designed to avoid tumbling once the door vanished.
He then took a couple of steps forward, deeply sniffed the rose in his hand, and swung it forcefully. Emerald locks floated in the air while petals rained down in illusionary patterns.
The luscious red rose pinched between his fingers transformed instantaneously into a slender sword. The hilt of the sword was adorned with rose engravings and was complemented by a pigeon-blood red gem, giving it an air of elegance and nobility.
Swinging the slender sword, Dominico drew beautiful traces in the air, each leaving a red glow. When he sheathed the sword and performed a chest salute, those sword marks exploded, forming a three-dimensional rose pattern in front of him!
A wave of frenzied screams erupted from the audience. Some female fans were clutching their chests, looking as if they were about to faint.
When the rose pattern in front of him dispersed, Dominico extended his finger, lightly touched his lips, and blew a wet, smacking kiss.
Ignoring the commotion in the stands, the mellifluous voice of the narrator spoke: “It seems that our Spring Waltz competitor has a deep affection for his fans. To be able to accomplish such a perfect performance alone in the Boundless Arena is truly praiseworthy.”
Narrator’s words are often heard but seldom deeply pondered upon. Few in the audience who have never stepped into the Boundless Arena can grasp their implications. However, one individual undoubtedly understood was Dominic’s opponent——the Deceiver.
At that moment, in the Boundless Arena, Dominic blew a theatrical kiss, and a cold, detached voice reverberated in his ears.
“Other than me, there’s no one else here. So, is this flamboyant performance of yours solely for my entertainment? To celebrate my impending victory?”
Dominic looked in the direction of the voice and saw a shadowy figure shrouded in black mist standing before him. The figure’s features were obscured, revealing only the pale countenance of a jester’s mask.
This person was none other than the other competitor in this match: the Deceiver.
From the Deceiver’s point of view, his words were not incorrect.
In the Boundless Arena, the spectators can see the players under the dome, but the players on the field can only see each other; they’re blind to the audience outside.
So for them, they exist in a world unto each other, uninfluenced by the outside spectators.
Hence, in the Deceiver’s perspective, Dominic’s ostentatious performance unfolded in a vacuum devoid of an audience.
Dominic clutched his chest, adopting a theatrical tone: “Ah, you foolish clown! Don’t you know that an actor’s discipline involves maintaining one’s decorum at all times and places? Besides, just because you can’t see the spectators doesn’t mean they can’t see inside the arena.”
“Ah, I get it now. You’re jealous. A clown wallowing in the dark mire who has never experienced the fervor of the fans outside naturally envies my lovely female followers who go wild at my appearance.”
The Deceiver, of course, was well aware that those outside the arena could see inside. But even so, didn’t Dominic feel awkward performing such a one-man show in what should be an audience-less space?
The Deceiver remained silent, but it seemed that Dominico understood his intentions, offering a graceful smile:
“Let me correct your terminology. I’m not performing; I’m presenting a heartfelt tribute to my million female fans.”
Deceiver: ? ? ?
How many fans? A million? Is one of your fans actually named ‘Million’?
Suppressing a strong urge to retort, the Deceiver considered the wizard organization to which the other belonged: Torch Institute. After all, anyone emerging from that institution who wasn’t theatrical would be failing to represent it properly.
Just as the Deceiver’s emotions were mixed, a giant screen floating above the Needle Grass Prairie flickered again, revealing new text:
“Entrant: The Deceiver.”
Upon seeing these words, the Deceiver slowly emerged from the black mist, revealing a figure that in no way paled in comparison to Dominico.
He wore a frayed, bright red cloak, under which one could barely discern a black wizard’s robe.
His short, black hair framed a face concealed by a jester’s mask. The mask itself was an eerie pale white, with red squares at the eyes, tear stains at the corners, and an exaggeratedly large, blood-red mouth, creating a visage both creepy and terrifying.
Upon making his formal entrance, the Deceiver merely stood quietly, forming a stark contrast with the flamboyant Dominico.
At that moment, the narrator’s voice resounded both inside and outside the arena: “The Deceiver’s identity is shrouded in mystery; his age is unknown, as is his real name. What we do know is his origin. He comes from the infamous Savage Grottoes. Yes, just like the recent addition to the Research Institute, he too is a member of the Savage Grottoes!”
“However, can the Deceiver continue the former’s brilliance and pen down miracles in this Boundless Arena? Let’s all wait and see!”
The Deceiver also heard the narrator’s voice but remained motionless. It was only when the narrator mentioned “recent addition to the Research Institute” that a hand hidden beneath his cloak subtly trembled.
The cheers from the audience temporarily ceased, and the narrator continued: “We’ll now give the contestants some time to make their final preparations. But first, let’s introduce the judges for this match, starting with the permanent panel!”
“The first one is someone you’re all likely familiar with!”
As the narrator’s voice concluded, thirteen chairs suddenly floated outside the dome, scattered and arranged in a circle around it.
At this moment, a faint silhouette flickered. In the first of these thirteen chairs, a figure gradually materialized from being initially indistinct to becoming clear, finally revealing their true identity: a middle-aged woman wearing glasses and a tight-fitting black uniform.
Narrator: “That’s right, it’s one of the people in charge of our Infinite Battle Tower, Melanctha!”
Melanctha lightly adjusted her glasses with her fingertip. It was a simple action, but combined with her austere attire, it exuded an unexpectedly charming allure, drawing a burst of cheers from the crowd.
Meanwhile, Angel, who was waiting in the judge’s chamber, pinched the bridge of his nose in speechlessness, watching the tumultuous commotion outside.
He couldn’t help but feel that this kind of entrance was inexplicably embarrassing.
Beside him, the Water Ripple Witch, Farina, was still softly explaining the issue of the judges for the competition: “There are nine permanent judges for this match, while the remaining four are special guest judges…”
It’s not that there are only nine permanent judges. The Novastar Competition actually has almost a hundred judges, but most of them are apprentices. Only nine are formal wizards, and those are the nine appearing in this competition.”
Fundamentally, these nine formal wizards only make simultaneous appearances during the preliminary round and the final round. At other times, they operate separately, focusing only on monitoring matchups involving promising talents; the judgment of ordinary matchups is left to the apprentices.
Similarly, the special guest judges follow the same pattern. The four of them will inevitably be present during the preliminary and final rounds, choosing their other appearances individually.
Speaking of special guest judges, Angel’s gaze couldn’t help but shift to the other side.
Apart from Farina, all the special guest judges surprisingly do not hail from Sky Mechanical City. One is from the Crown Star Church, one of the eighteen Observers, known as the “Guardian of the Dead Sea,” Hydra.
Hydra’s appearance is not human; his body is covered in dark green scales. He has three heads, but so far, Angel has not seen eyes opened in any of these heads.
As for the other special guest judge, he appears to be a rather mild-mannered young man.
“My name is Kemone, from Twilight’s Edge. Originally, my mentor was supposed to be the special guest judge for the Novastar Competition, but he’s currently preoccupied with selecting a location for the Wizard Tower, so he sent me in his stead,” Kemone introduced himself to Angel.
Kemone’s mentor is the master of Twilight’s Edge, Graves, who is rumored to be an indecisive individual. Due to the upheaval in the Eternal Night Kingdom, Twilight’s Edge seems to have withdrawn from there and is currently rebuilding at a new location.
As for Kemone, Angel doesn’t have any particular impression of him, but as far as he can see, Kemone seems to be a relatively friendly formal wizard.
However, whenever Angel sees Kemone, a strange feeling arises in his heart.
It’s not that he has any issues with Kemone; it’s purely because of… some relationship with the Deceiver.
Chapter 1529 The Spring Waltz <TOC> Chapter 1531 The Once Little Demon