Inhuman Warlock

"Noble Lord Vian! This couldn't be! He's taking part too! It looks like we already know who would be winning the competition!"

A loud cheer came from the spectators as they heard the name of Noble Lord Vian, who was called to the arena.

"Man, his enemy is that foreigner. What a disappointment! These people already surrender against even the weakest of enemies. How can they even face a Noble Lord?"

"Matching a Noble Lord against those cowards is an Insult!"

"That's right! These cowards should've been matched against real ants and insects! They're worthy to face them only! They aren't even worthy to stand before our Noble Lord!"

"Hah! Facing insects? I think these cowards can't even face insects! They'll surrender even before tiny insects!"

"Hahaha, that's true!"

Salazar lazily stood up, hearing all the insults. There wasn't any anger on his face. Instead, he seemed completely calm and serene.

He simply jumped over the fence and walked over to the arena.

One of the Noble Lords also stood up from the seats and jumped over the fence to land in the Arena.

The High Lords who sat behind Milena were already disappointed in the performance of the Warlock Council leaders. They didn't even expect any good battle this time.

"Does Vian really need to go to the Arena? These people are just wasting everyone's time here! They come to the arena just to say that they surrender before the battles can then begin! They're too weak!" One of the High Lords said, sighing.

"I think we shouldn't underestimate them just yet. I get a weird feeling from this Salazar. It's as if he is quite powerful, unlike the other two. Who knows, we might just get to see a good battle," Another High Lord said, smirking.

He wasn't the only one who felt that way. Even Arthur had a feeling that he wasn't going to see a surrender this time.

He had already met with Lucifer's team before. According to his initial assumptions, Caen and Heath were the support, while Lucifer and Salazar were real fire powers.

Now that Lucifer wasn't here, only Salazar could show what the Warlock Council was capable of, and he was quite interested in seeing that.

Finally, he could see a glimpse of the real abilities of the Warlock Council.

Vian and Salazar both reached the center of the arena.

At this point, even the referee has just hopes. He wanted to directly ask Salazar if he was going to surrender so he wouldn't have to bother having the barriers be cast again.

However, he still had to follow the rules and the protocol.

He stepped back and had the Nobles cast the barriers.

"On the count of three, you can start the battle!" he declared as he started the count.

"One!"

"Two!"

"Three!"

At the count of three, he already expected a yell of surrender, but there was none.

Even the spectators were ready to laugh at Salazar for surrender, but even their mouths opened slightly.

All the spectators were shocked that Salazar didn't surrender.

Even Noble Lord Vian was stunned. He hadn't expected it either.

"Don't keep your hopes high! So what if he didn't surrender in the first second! He still has four more seconds! He'll certainly surrender on the fifth second!" Some theorized only to be proven wrong.

Salazar didn't surrender. Instead, he stood with his arms folded around his chest and a calm smile on his face.

"So, Vian. I heard you're pretty good. I hope you can give me a good fight here. But just remember, I won't go ways on you. You might even die. So I'll be a good guy and give you ten seconds. Surrender if you want, and I won't attack," Salazar told Vian, extending an offer.

"Hahahaha!" Vian burst into laughter. "You're funny. But it's alright. I don't need your offer. Instead, I want to see where your arrogance comes from! Unlike your partners, you didn't surrender right away! It would be fun!"

"You're right about that. It would be fun indeed," Salazar agreed as he stretched his arms while yawning. "You can go first. Attack me!"

"Hah? Are you kidding me?" Vian asked, rolling his eyes. "You can go first!"

"Well, don't mind if I do," Salazar let out, laughing as he started running towards Vian.

As he ran, his body split in thousands of Salazars and attacked Vian from all sides.

Vian found himself overwhelmed as he faced so many Salazars, but he didn't lose easily. He gave it his all as he faced the attacks bravely.

"What is happening? Why isn't Vian moving?" In the distance, one of the High Lords asked, confused. All they saw was that Vian was standing in his place as if he was frozen in time.

In the meantime, Salazar calmly walked toward him, getting closer.

"W-what is happening? Why isn't Lord Vian attacking?"

"Why is Lord Vian standing like a statue? What happened to him?"

"Who knows! Maybe it's some trick of his to toy with the opponent? He wants to show that even if he lets enemies get close, he still couldn't be harmed?"

Many questions floated in the stands as people tried to make sense of the situation, wondering why Vian was standing like a statue.

None of them knew that it was all because Vian was caught in the Dream Realm, which was cast by Salazar.

Even though it hadn't worked on Milena in the prediction of Predictor, it worked on other Nobles perfectly fine. And the first victim of the Dream Prison here was none other than Vian.

In his dream, he was giving Salazar a fierce right. But in reality, he was at the mercy of Salazar.

Salazar stopped right in front of the Vian, leaving only half a meter of distance between the two.

He pulled out a knife from his shoes and placed it over the neck of Vian.

"You can't blame me for this now. I did give you the opportunity to surrender," Salazar said softly as he thrust his knife in the neck of Vian, slicing his head off.

Lucifer had already told him about the healing of the Nobles and taught him how to kill them swiftly. It was why he straight took off the head of Vian.

Silence...

There was only silence in the stands as a Noble Lords had died, that too, so easily. It was such a pathetic death that no one could believe, especially since it came from the hands of the people that everyone considered cowards.

A deep frown could also be seen on Milena's face. "Intriguing."