Rise of The Anti God

Chapter 800: Pretty Boy Vs The Flayer

Damien remembered what his aunt told him early this morning right after he got up,

"Damien, I know you are determined to do this. But no matter what happens, if you need my help, all you have to do is ask for it. Otherwise, I can never truly know," Akira said with a worried look as she cupped his hands.

Damien softly smiled and said, "You won't have to do anything at all. I will take care of this, as I said. We can't afford to risk anything today. So no matter what happens, I want you to trust me that I will take care of it. I wouldn't want this to go any other way."

Akira had a reluctant expression, but then she sighed and said, "Okay…but remember your promise. I will be there, watching you every second. I know you will make me and our clan proud," Akira said with a loving smile.

Damien nodded, feeling determined to not let her down.

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"Welcome, everyone! Today is going to be one of the most entertaining slave fights in our history! Both the slaves are from the ancient clans, and we have no doubt these slaves are the best among the best," The Arena Master shouted at the top of his voice in the middle of the arena as the crowd howled and shouted in excitement.

The Arena Master was a stocky middle-aged-looking man dressed in a dark brown jacket and pants. But despite what he said, he and everyone else here knew that the new slave from the Godwin Clan was too weak compared to Flayer, the slave from the Nightshade Clan who has an undefeated record.

However, since the Godwin Clan was an ancient clan with their matriarch being the chief warlord, he or anyone else couldn't dare to say otherwise, especially since she was sitting right here.

Most of the people in the audience had already placed their bets, and none of them placed a single bet on Damien winning. Who in their right mind would place their bets on a new slave with no record of any previous fights? The fact that his cultivation was six levels weaker and not even in the Profound Ethereal Realm was enough for them to not even hesitate.

Even though he looked quite tall and pretty-faced, he didn't give off an intimidating look, unlike the Flayer.

Mira flew up to the platform where her Master and the Clan and War Elder were standing beside her. A black banner with the symbol of a dark purple snake baring its fangs was hanging from above.

However, right as she reached, she felt a dirty gaze from the side and saw Lehron on the platform on the left, leering at her.

She knew he was feeling quite confident about his slave winning this and wanted to burn off the ugly smile on his face.

Warlord Mehron was sitting right beside Lehron while his War Elder, Ruhar, was sitting behind him. A dark blue banner with the symbol of a scorpion was hanging above them. Mehron waved at the people as they felt moved to be noticed by such a gallant and powerful warlord.

Warlord Khun and his wife, Lady Rayna, from the Windblood Clan, were sitting on the rightmost platform with a maroon banner with the symbol of a bat spreading its wings hanging above them. As expected, her beauty and pretty smile garnered a lot of attention from the audience.

Of course, they all knew nobody could match the breathtaking and noble beauty of their Chief Warlord or the Night Raven, but alas, they knew they couldn't even glance in her direction unless they had no love for their own lives.

However, the men sighed in envy as they saw Warlord Moldark of the Icefall Clan sitting on his platform and enjoying the company of two sexy women beside him. Their clothes were so revealing the men in the audience already felt something stirring in their little brother.

A dark silver banner was hanging from above with the symbol of a giant bear with red eyes.

*HONNGGGG!!*

Suddenly the horn blew aloud as people realized it was finally time for the fight.

The gate on the right opened as Damien entered the arena with a dark purple sword in his hand. This sword was apparently the best Akira could give him based on his cultivation. It was quite a special sword since it had the ability to amplify the power of his attacks which Damien felt would come quite in handy.

He could see the scornful gazes landing on him, and he was sure these people would have thrown stuff at him if not for Akira's presence here. That was how much of an eyesore he seemed to these ghouls, not that he cared.

The gate on the left opened as a tall, burly human man entered the arena with a creepy smile. His head was half-shaven, with a large scar running across his face, and he had an unkempt beard. But the unsettling sight was the necklace around his neck and the bands on his wrist and legs that were hanging strips of flayed human skin.

And the very weapon that flayed off the skin from his victims was in his right hand, a long curved knife with dry blood stains he used to flay the skin of his victims after trapping them in his hold.

This was the main reason Mira taught Damien to be faster to not get trapped by Flayer.

The moment Flayer stepped inside, the crowd shouted in excitement and whistled since they knew Flayer would show them quite an entertaining sight. They couldn't wait to see him skin this weak, pretty slave alive.

Damien wrinkled his nose in disgust upon seeing Flayer, who looked more like a wild beast rather than a human.

Flayer's gaze landed on Damien and sadistically smiled as he licked his flaying knife, "Ready to add yourself to my collection, pretty boy?"

Damien coldly chuckled hearing his taunt and said, "I didn't know today I would be fighting and killing an ugly animal today."

Flayer curled his lips upon being called an ugly animal, "I will be adding your tongue to my collection as a bonus."

"The two marvelous slaves have entered the arena. The Flayer and…" The Arena Master suddenly realized Damien didn't have an arena name, and using his real name would just suck.

So he quickly ran up to Damien and asked, "You. What name do you want to call yourself in the arena?"

Damien smirked and said, "Pretty Boy."

The Arena Master had a baffled look, but he then thought that it sounded like a nice name that belonged to someone who should definitely get broken in the arena.

"Yes, yes. We have our new slave boy in the arena. And his name is….Pretty Boy from the Godwin Clan!" The Arena Master loudly announced, though none of them cheered or shouted in excitement as they did when Flayer entered.

But most of them were laughing and founding the name 'Pretty Boy' quite amusing. They couldn't wait to see Flayer turn this pretty boy into something not pretty at all.

Flayer laughed like a wild boar upon seeing Damien put the name he gave him as his arena name, "Now you are making me look forward to this even more, hahaha."

Mira had a bewildered expression, wondering why he would give himself such a name. Was he that arrogant to think of himself as a pretty boy? But she had to grudgingly admit, for some reason, he looked pretty despite being a human.

*DOOM!*

A loud bang of a drum echoed in the arena, marking the start of the battle.

"Come here, little man," Flayer said as he licked his lips and charged at Damien with his flaying knife.

Damien's eyes filled with bright purple streaks as his figure disappeared from the spot and zoomed around Flayer.

Mehron observed how Damien's lightning was a bright purple, similar to Godwin Clan's dark purple lightning.

"Now I know why she picked that slave. He has the lightning seed too. But how come the color of his lightning looks almost the same?" Lehron asked his father since the humans with lightning seed he had come upon had a blue color.

"Because his mistress must have modified his ethereal seed to make it stronger with the power of her own clan. I didn't expect her to put that many resources into a mere slave," Mehron mumbled with a subtle smile.

Warlord Ruhar squinted his eyes and said, "He is her only slave in the end, which she bought for the first time. Maybe she doesn't want to lose the slave she chose too quickly. Or it could be that she doesn't want to lose face by letting her slave lose this battle, even though it is impossible for him to win this."

"True. Since she sent her slave to fight to his death, I guess I might have been wrong," Mehron mumbled with a subtle smile while Lehron had an aggrieved look since his chance to punish Mira was wasted. Why would he feel satisfied just because some human trash got himself killed?

He wanted Mira to pay for what she did to him, and there she was…looking at him with contempt.

If it wasn't for her being so beautiful and powerful, he wouldn't have been so patient and lenient.

Flayer realized that this weak trash was quite faster than he expected. He had charged at him to peel off some skin from his face, yet this weakling somehow dodged his attack and even slashed at his back, though it was only just a scratch.

Damien didn't notice how he had shocked the crowd by staying alive this long. Everyone was expecting Flayer to cut him down within the first few seconds. But Pretty Boy was still running around even after a minute without even a single injury on his body, and it seemed like Flayer's speed wasn't enough to grab him.

Akira inwardly smiled in pride, seeing how Damien was keeping up with someone who was way stronger than him. She was glad all hope was not lost. Maybe he could bring the Godwin Clan back to its true glory.

Damien was able to keep up with Flayer's movements just like Mira taught him, but he realized that his basic attacks were only leaving scratches on Flayer, and that obviously won't be enough to truly injure him.

The only way would be to use his ethereal arts to their full power.

'Searing Strike Rendering Worlds!' Damien shouted in his mind as his entire sword glowed with bright purple lightning streaks before it became bigger and bigger to form the silhouette of a large ethereal purple sword of lightning. He had to keep running around while charging his attack since, otherwise, Flayer would trap him in his hold.

The ethereal purple sword looked huge enough to cover half of the arena, and even though it looked quite intimidating, Flayer snorted in contempt since how could someone six levels weaker than him hurt him even with his ethereal arts?

Damien stopped running to launch this ethereal purple sword of lightning at Flayer. But Flayer didn't care and laughed, "Fool. Now I got you!" Since Damien couldn't run while he was launching the sword, Flayer realized this dog was giving himself up to him.

"Eat this!" Damien said with a cold smirk as he launched the purple lightning sword toward Flayer.

Flayer still circulated his defensive energy around his body just to have enough protection to deflect the attack of a Heaven Ethereal Realm cultivator.

However, only when the purple lightning sword reached near him did he realize the insane power behind it.

But it was too late to use his defensive arts since the purple lightning sword was too fast and big to dodge, and he could only watch helplessly as it struck him.

*BOOM!*