Chapter 1651 They Have Arrived <TOC> Chapter 1653 The Trolls Appear
Translator: SumTLMan
Trom took advantage of his victory and pursued with blinding speed. In the blink of an eye, his silhouette appeared close to Onassis.
A gust of sharp and powerful wind accompanied Trom as the flaps of his attire rustled. Without hesitation, he aimed a punch at Onassis.
Onassis neither dodged nor defended, allowing Trom’s punch to land squarely on him. A gleam of delight flashed in Trom’s eyes, believing that Onassis, not being of a special bloodline, couldn’t possibly withstand such a powerful blow given his current physical condition!
However, in the very next moment, something bizarre occurred.
As Trom’s fist was about to make contact with Onassis’s skin, a golden aura emerged, effectively resisting Trom’s force. Trom felt as if he had punched a soft cushion-like barrier. The concentrated force he used not only failed to harm Onassis, but it was also condensed and reflected entirely back at Trom.
Realizing something was amiss, Trom immediately transformed his hands into a beast-like form. The rebounded force was substantially absorbed by his hands, which now resembled moose hooves.
Despite this, Trom was still thrown off his feet.
Mid-air, Trom finally regained his balance and managed to restore control over his body.
At that moment, when he looked at Onassis, a hint of contemplation was evident in his gaze. Even though he hadn’t sensed any energy reaction from Onassis earlier, how did that golden halo manifest?
Was it a spontaneous trick? Or perhaps a defensive spell?
Trom was somewhat baffled. However, now wasn’t the time for pondering. He decided to try again. Even though he had aimed a punch at Onassis earlier, he hadn’t utilized the full force of his bloodline. This time, he intended to unleash the power of his bloodline along with his attack.
Though a myriad of thoughts raced through Trom’s mind, to the onlookers, he showed no hint of hesitation. After being thrown back, Trom immediately launched his second wave of attack.
Behind Trom, a beastly illusion gradually emerged. While its appearance remained vague, everyone, even those beyond the Boundless Arena’s protective dome, could sense the overwhelming power emanating from this beastly apparition.
Trom had already been incredibly fast, but when this beastly illusion attached itself to him, his speed reached its zenith.
Much like a meteor plummeting, Trom charged at Onassis, repeatedly launching close-quarters attacks with blinding speed.
However, every single one of Trom’s strikes was intercepted and deflected by a golden light. Prepared for this, Trom wasn’t affected by the rebounds, deftly dodging them with his swift reactions.
The spectators were enthralled, believing Trom was dominating Onassis, but the judges on the panel seemed less optimistic.
“Judging by the strength of the rebound, this Phantom Moose’s bloodline is powerful. But right now, he’s just needlessly exhausting himself. The Philosopher hasn’t even shown the slightest change in energy from the beginning.” Kemone, a guest judge from Twilight’s Edge, remarked. If Trom continued this way, the Philosopher could easily win without even lifting a finger.
Kemone’s sentiment was shared by the majority of the judges present. This included Farina, who, while indifferent about the outcome, was more focused on the finer details of their combat.
“Have you discerned anything about that golden light surrounding Onassis?” Farina inquired curiously to Angel beside her.
Angel shook his head, “That golden light seems to materialize out of thin air, without a source. Yet, it genuinely clings to Onassis, shielding him from any physical harm and reflecting those attacks back.”
“It might be another philosophical spell,” Angel surmised after some contemplation.
This mysterious force, reminiscent of the philosophical method used by Onassis during his previous competition with Suyatutai, remains enigmatic in origin and inexplicably present.
Farina also understood Angel’s implication. She had watched Onassis’ matches and made her speculations. Yet, she was puzzled, “Before Onassis deploys these spells, doesn’t he always utter some archaic philosophical rhetoric? It seemed I didn’t see him make any move?”
On this matter, Angel was informed. He had gotten some clues from Hilary, who had combated Onassis.
However, just as Angel was about to elaborate, someone interjected, “The Method of Conveying Information is not limited to language alone.”
This voice, with its peculiar tone, sounded icy cold. But upon closer introspection, there was a muffled discomfort and an underlying unease, reminiscent of sailing on a ship traversing the Devil’s Sea, constantly facing the undercurrents of the vast sea and unpredictable violent weather.
Such an ordinary conversation, able to evoke a sense of unease, could only belong to one among the judges.
One of the eighteen Observers of the Crown Star Church, “Guardian of the Dead Sea”, Hydra.
Hydra’s three skulls remained closed-eyed. Still, the central skull slowly turned, gazing at Farina. It was this skull that had spoken.
“The method of conveying information?” Farina murmured, only half-understanding.
Angel clarified, “The Observer probably means that the essence of Onassis’ ability to use philosophy as a spell is fundamentally about transmitting information. As long as someone receives his message, the philosophical framework will be established. The conveyance of information can be verbalized through commonly recited philosophical principles, as he often does. However, there are other means as well.”
Farina looked towards Hydra, who nodded in her direction, confirming that Angel’s explanation was accurate.
At this point, Farina began to understand a bit more, but she still had some doubts: “If one needs to receive information in order to wield their spells, how did Onassis convey his message earlier?”
Hydra then turned her gaze to Angel, seemingly eager to hear his response.
“Perhaps it was through a form of mental fluctuation, or maybe he used other natural phenomena to communicate. For example, the sound of the crashing waves, the whispers of ocean currents, or the whistling of the sea wind,” Angel paused for a moment, “When Onassis stepped onto the scene, he was inherently a beacon of information. The moment Trom noticed Onassis, he began receiving this information.”
After Angel finished, Hydra smiled and nodded, “What the Super Dimensional Wizard said is correct. If you regard philosophy as a spell for attack, Onassis can be seen as the embodiment of philosophy. Thus, anyone confronting him is essentially facing a living philosophy. By the time Trom and Onassis stepped onto the Boundless Arena, Trom was already under Onassis’ influence.”
Farina frowned, “By that logic, it seems that Onassis’ abilities might be inscrutable.”
“There are ways to counteract it,” Hydra responded, “Firstly, one can block out the information. For us, this might be more easily achieved, but perhaps not for Trom.”
“Secondly, Onassis is, after all, just an apprentice. Even if he embodies philosophy in his being, he would still be constrained by his power limits. As long as the attack exceeds Onassis’ threshold, it can break through.”
However, as the discussion continued, no one truly knew where Onassis’ limits lay.
Chapter 1651 They Have Arrived <TOC> Chapter 1653 The Trolls Appear