Chapter 28: Chapter 28: Charm Admits Her Mistake...
"Ah!!!"
The succubus’s heart-wrenching scream echoed above the square.
This flame, which directly affects the soul, brings pain a thousand, ten thousand times more intense than physical pain.
At this moment, the succubus convulsed all over, writhing incessantly on the ground like a fish out of water.
She foolishly hoped to alleviate the pain brought by this flame through this manner, but unfortunately...
It was of no use!
In the audience, everyone held their breath.
"Mason Cheney at Awakening Tier Eight... just lost like that?!"
"God Grant is too ruthless! He directly attacks the Beast Tamer! But I must say, it was satisfying to watch!"
"Serves him right! Someone like Mason Cheney deserves a harsh lesson!"
"God Grant, well done! Beat him to the ground!"
On the stage, Aster Grant’s fists fell like raindrops.
On Mason Cheney’s swollen face, madness was gradually replaced by fear.
When the tenth punch landed, he trembled, about to admit defeat—
"Ugh! I..."
However.
Before his voice could emerge, Aster Grant’s iron-like grip tightly clutched his jaw, fingers sinking deep into flesh.
Next, a voice slowly pierced his ear.
"Remember how Bianca Shelby wanted to admit defeat then? Didn’t you also not allow her to surrender?"
"Now it’s your turn, do you think admitting defeat will be that easy?"
"The pain you inflicted on Bianca Shelby, I’ll definitely return it to you many times over!"
These words, like a death sentence, made Mason Cheney’s whole body tremble violently.
He struggled desperately, his jaw distorted, uttering a garbled plea:
"No... you can’t, the rules..."
Aster Grant chuckled coldly, increasing the pressure in his hand.
"Indeed, there are rules that beasts cannot attack Beast Tamers, so... isn’t this me acting personally?"
"Crack!"
The sound of cracking bones echoed throughout the venue, making one’s teeth ache.
You must know that through that core, Aster Grant’s abilities weren’t simply limited to increased spiritual power.
Once the Beastbond Space is completed, the spiritual power counteracts back.
His various attributes have multiplied several times, not inferior to low-tier beasts.
As for someone like Mason Cheney, whose body is worn out by indulgence, he was just a toy in his hands.
Blood mixed with saliva trickled from Mason Cheney’s misshapen mouth.
This once-arrogant young master was now truly afraid!
The man before him would not spare him a bit!
Seeing that this man was about to continue his assault, his knees crashed heavily onto the ground, his forehead thudding dully against the bluestone slab.
At this moment, dignity and honor were all thrown aside.
He only wanted to live!
However.
Aster Grant’s eyes remained cold as iron.
Mason Cheney’s actions had no impact on him.
...
On the high platform.
"Bang!"
Shane Cheney shattered the armrest of his seat with a slap, standing up with eyes bloodshot.
The summoning array for his beast had just formed between his hands when Sean Sherman’s cold voice poured down like a bucket of ice water:
"President Cheney, are you planning to disrupt this wager?"
Shane Cheney’s raised right hand froze in mid-air, his knuckles turning white from exertion.
He could clearly feel an immensely powerful aura locking onto him.
As soon as he dared to summon his beast, he’d be dead on the spot in the next second.
Feeling the source of this aura, Shane Cheney’s old face flushed red.
"City Lord Sherman, you..."
Sean Sherman tapped the armrest lightly with his fingers.
"President Cheney, wasn’t it you who begged the City Lord’s Manor for notarization of this wager? Do you mean to renege now?"
While speaking, Sean Sherman’s Commander Level Beast Tamer’s pressure enveloped the field.
Shane Cheney was only Extraordinary High Rank, directly facing this pressure, his knees emitted an unbearable "crack" sound.
He turned his head with great difficulty, seeking help from Ian Cheney.
Feeling the gaze, Ian Cheney stiffened as he stood:
"City Lord Sherman, this is an official evaluation, your intervention..."
"Intervention?!"
Each crisp tap of Sean Sherman’s fingers on the armrest made Ian Cheney’s heart tremble.
"As City Lord, I’m ensuring the fairness of the wager, do you think I’m doing something wrong?"
After Sean Sherman spoke, the entire viewing platform fell silent enough to hear a pin drop.
Previously, there was no excuse for him as City Lord to intervene in Bianca Shelby’s match.
But now...
Sean Sherman held the contract in his hands.
These two had practically handed him the reason.
Moreover.
Aster Grant was a prodigy personally taken by Abel Vance.
Even without this wager today, Sean Sherman would protect him to the very end.
Under Sean Sherman’s icy stare, Ian Cheney felt pins and needles, yet he had to speak:
"City... City Lord Sherman, Mason’s condition clearly shows he has lost, isn’t it unnecessary for this evaluation to continue?"
At this moment, with the initiative in his hands, Sean Sherman spoke unhurriedly:
"Hasn’t he admitted defeat? Since he hasn’t forfeited, it means the match must continue!"
"Of course, if you have objections, you can discuss them with my beast!"
Before he finished speaking, a flash of yellow light appeared, and the three-meter-tall Earthshatter Bear crashed onto the viewing platform, causing the ground to tremble slightly.
The bear’s amber eyes flickered with fierce intent, and its sharp claws carved deep grooves into the ground.
Ian Cheney closed his newly opened mouth tightly, sweat beading on his forehead.
And Shane Cheney still wanted to make one last attempt.
"City Lord Sherman..."
"Enough!"
Sean Sherman suddenly shouted angrily, splintering the mahogany table in front of him with a slap.
The Earthshatter Bear sensed its master’s will, and its gaze toward the two grew increasingly dangerous.
"I’ve made it clear today, as long as Aster Grant remains within reasonable rules, even if the sky falls, I’ll hold it up!"
"An Awakened Tier Six can completely incapacitate Mason Cheney of Tier Eight, what of it if I protect such a talent?"
"If any of you want to intervene... then fight me first!"
Faced with Sean Sherman’s resolute stance, Ian Cheney pulled on Shane Cheney’s sleeve, the two could only swallow their resentment.
Sean Sherman glanced over coldly before withdrawing his pressure.
"Since there are no further objections, watch this competition well."
The two felt extremely aggrieved, but they could only focus on the stage.
And at this moment, on the stage.
The succubus’s screams intertwined with Mason Cheney’s wails.
Under the burning of the Holy Flame, the succubus’s once alluring figure had become grotesque.
She struggled to crawl to Aster Grant’s feet, her charred fingers trembling as they gripped his boot tip:
"Mas... Master..."
Her voice was hoarse and unrecognizable, "Charm was wrong... Please..."
Aster Grant lowered his gaze, his cold eyes falling on the succubus’s burnt, flesh-torn face.
The eyes that once held scheming now were left with only humble pleading.
Aster Grant mercilessly withdrew his foot.
This kind of lowlife wanted to follow him?
Dream on!
"Lazuli! If she can still speak, it looks like it’s not enough!"
At his words, Lazuli nodded heavily.
Such a Beastbond was not worthy of her pity.
She crossed her arms, and the scarlet-gold flames surged, engulfing the succubus into a human-shaped pillar of fire.
"Ah——!!!"
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