The cheers in the arena were long and unending, but the atmosphere in the VIP seats was completely different.
Li Feng still had his legs crossed, leisurely taking a sip of his "Cuba Libre" and puffing on a cigar.
It was as if the fierce battle that had just taken place was merely a small performance for after-dinner entertainment. Even Lady Malys had found an Aeldari from Commorragh who could make cigars, and an Aeldari Miss… all these cigars were rolled on the Aeldari Miss's thigh right there on the spot.
Beside him, Victor's face had turned from black to green, then from green to blue, clearly fuming with anger. He continuously tapped the armrest with his knuckles, opening his mouth several times as if to say something, but forcibly held it back.
"Relax a bit, Victor," Li Feng said with a smile, looking at him with a hint of "sincere" comfort in his tone. "Your Nightmare Berserker was already very good. To be able to withstand Grefax's first wave of attack and almost cut her, that's already a victory."
Victor gritted his teeth, glaring at Li Feng: "Don't pretend to be kind here! How could this Inquisitor be so strong? Is she using this level of combat power when she usually judges Heretics?"
Li Feng spread his hands, a hint of mischief in his smile: "Her strength has also been honed through countless 'real battles'. Defeating a Nightmare Berserker is nothing strange."
Upon hearing these words, Victor almost ground his teeth to dust. He roared internally: That's not the point! I just want to know why my people are continuously getting thrashed, while your subordinates are one more outrageous than the last!
On the other side, Celestine let out a soft laugh. She was not surprised by Grefax's performance, but felt no pity for Victor's anger.
For Celestine, it was just another evil Aeldari tasting defeat.
"Who's next?" Celestine turned to Li Feng, a hint of anticipation in her tone.
"Hmm, as for the next match…" Li Feng put down his drink and slightly raised his eyes,
"It's probably… Asuryan, the Aeldari Elder, against a Tyranids / Tyranid Hive Tyrant. This will be a good show."
Victor's eyelids twitched violently at the words. He knew Asuryan was a legendary Aeldari prophet, far from comparable to ordinary Aeldari warriors.
Victor now realized something: because of his ex-wife's provocation, he had lost his usual composure, as if in normal times, he would never have agreed to this gamble… He abruptly turned his head and looked behind him, at the elegant lady fanning herself on the comfortable sofa… and that woman's expression fully conveyed her current thoughts:
"Oh? My dear? Are you only just realizing it now?"
Victor gritted his teeth and whispered: "Vicious woman…"
…The arena was quickly rearranged, the venue transformed into a desolate desert landscape, with several broken metal pillars standing around, like the ruins of a deserted battlefield.
Both combatants entered simultaneously.
Asuryan, the handsome Aeldari Elder, was still wearing his long robe and light armor, his figure tall and elegant, radiating psychic ripples with every movement.
He held a smoothly curved Aeldari spear in his hand and wore an intricately decorated Aeldari helmet, exuding a mysterious and solemn aura.
Opposite him was a terrifying Tyranids / Tyranid Hive Tyrant. This giant beast held six sharp bone blades in its six arms, its entire body covered in thick carapaces, with a crisscrossing pattern of deep red and dark purple. The Tyrant's eyes burned with cold green light, and venomous saliva dripped from its massive maw.
The atmosphere in the arena was instantly ignited, with cheers from the audience surging like a tide. However, the truly nervous one was Victor in the VIP box.
"Commorragh's rules forbid psychic powers, only physical attacks!" Victor suddenly stood up, pointing at the arena and shouting. His voice was tinged with a hint of relief, attempting to restrict Asuryan with the rules.
Asuryan paused slightly upon hearing the referee reiterate the rules, then turned to look at the VIP box. Though his face under the helmet was unclear, his aura exuded a contemptuous "You think I don't know the rules here?" He lightly tapped the shaft of his spear with his finger, and the corners of his mouth seemed to curve slightly.
"Physical attacks?" Asuryan murmured to himself in a low voice, his tone surprisingly playful. He raised his hand and plunged the spear into the ground, producing a crisp metallic clang. "Heh, it's been a while since I've stretched my muscles."
With the referee's announcement, the battle officially began!
The Hive Tyrant was clearly indifferent to this rule. It roared, sweeping its six bone blades again, devouring everything like a storm! Dust flew from the ground, carrying its furious power directly towards Asuryan.
However, Asuryan merely stood there calmly. When the bone blades came close, he subtly pushed off with his feet, his figure dodging the Tyrant's attack like an elegant swimming dragon.
His movements were as fluid as if he were performing an ancient Aeldari classical dance. Not only did he avoid the blades, but he also casually tapped the Tyrant's carapace, lightly picking up some fragments with his spear.
"This carapace is quite hard," Asuryan shook his head, as if disdainfully evaluating a subpar product, "but it's just a cumbersome weight."
The Hive Tyrant was clearly enraged. It leaped up abruptly, wielding its six bone blades, attempting to strike Asuryan from the air. At the same time, its tail swept out, trying to intercept Asuryan as he thrust downwards.
Asuryan remained composed. The spear in his hand traced an arc, its tip finding a point of leverage on the attacking tail at an extremely precise angle, quickly changing his descent angle. His movements were concise and decisive, without any superfluous flourish, yet each strike seemed to have been calculated countless times.
Then, with a spin, the spear shaft struck the Tyrant's joint, and the heavy force actually made the Tyrant let out a painful roar. The Tyrant was forced back several steps, its heavy footsteps creating huge pits in the sandy ground.
"Too slow," Asuryan gently shook his head, his tone full of disdain for his opponent's speed.
The Hive Tyrant clearly realized that brute force would not win and began to change tactics. It opened its massive maw and spewed out a large cloud of green poisonous mist, attempting to restrict Asuryan's movement. At the same time, it used its claws to scrape up sand from the ground, raising a dust storm that obscured vision.
"Oh? Playing tactics now?" Asuryan calmly commented amidst the poisonous mist and dust storm, his figure gradually swallowed by the fog.
The audience held their breath, staring nervously at the arena. Some Aeldari supporters even began to worry whether Asuryan would fall into a predicament under these circumstances.
Suddenly, a metallic clang broke the silence, followed by a sharp figure leaping out of the dust.
It was Asuryan! He burst out of the dust storm, his spear flashing like lightning as it stabbed towards the Tyrant's chest. The speed and power of this strike were so immense that it directly pierced the Tyrant's carapace!
The Hive Tyrant let out an earth-shattering shriek, its massive body crashing to the ground, its six bone blades drooping lifelessly. Its cold green eyes gradually dimmed, and after a few convulsions of its colossal frame, it completely lost all signs of life.
Asuryan lightly pulled out his spear, flicked off the viscous fluid, and turned to face the audience and the flowers thrown by his fangirls. He nodded slightly, his tone calm:
"Battle over."
The entire arena erupted in thunderous cheers!
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