Chapter 2056 Challenge 3


    Despite the odds, hope still lingered among the acolytes of Hall 120. With Damo and Dillion still in the lineup, there was a glimmer of optimism.


    However, as they surveyed their opponents, Dillion''s gaze fell upon one particrly formidable adversary—a renowned top 100 acolyte whose reputation rivaled even his own.


    Seeing this, Damo said, "Brother, Dillion, you can handle that one. I''ll take on a few others first." "Huh, you underestimate me?" said the next opponent who stepped into the arena.


    A female second-year acolyte with a rtively unknown reputation, she exuded an air of enthusiasm and determination.


    In contrast, Damo remainedposed, his demeanor unruffled, as he offered a respectful bow beforemencing his preparations. Chanting softly, he summoned forth multiple tendrils of light from the ground, each gleaming with a radiant energy.


    The female opponent wasted no time in preparing herself forbat. With a swift transformation, she enhanced both her arms and feet, imbuing them with an otherworldly agility while shaping her fingers into razor-sharp ws of metal. With lightning speed, she closed the distance between herself and Damo, her movements a blur of calcted strikes and evasions. Damo''s light tendrils, though formidable, struggled to keep pace with her agility, and her powerful ws tore through them with ease.


    "These little ythings won''t stop me!" she dered.


    But Damo remained unfazed, his focus unwavering as he continued to hold his ground against the relentless onught. Bothbatants were seasoned rank 9 acolytes, boasting mastery over their respective spells with eight pirs formed. However, Damo''s affinity for light and nt spells, nurtured through his deep connection with Gaia, granted him a distinct advantage. His nature-infused spells held an unparalleled potency, making his defensive maneuvers all the more formidable.


    In the midst of their intense exchange, Damo gradually asserted his dominance, his spells weaving a web of illumination and verdant protection around him. Despite the girl''s valiant efforts, she soon found herself gging under Damo''s relentless onught.


    In a desperate bid to turn the tide, the girl unleashed a spell, enveloping the area in a thick veil of dark smoke. The obscurity not only troubled Damo''s senses but also interfered with his spirit reading, disrupting his control over the tendrils that served as his defense. Seizing the opportunity, the girl swiftly closed the distance, prating Damo''s barrier with her sharp ws.


    "Hahaha, I''ve got you now!" she crowed triumphantly, believing she had outmaneuvered Damo''s long-range tactics. However, to her dismay, Damo was not merely a proficient spellcaster; he was also a skilled martial artist. With practiced precision, he unleashed his signature 18-palm strike, a flurry of blows thatnded with pinpoint uracy.


    BAM!! BAM!! BAMM!!


    The girl''s confidence shattered as Damo''s strikes found their mark, some deflecting her ws while othersnded squarely on her body in rapid session. By the time Damo had finished, the girly sprawled on the ground, defeated and helpless before him.


    "Yes!! Senior Damo win!!"


    The victory cries of the acolytes reverberated through the hall as Damo emerged triumphant. However, his tion was short-lived as he noticed a disturbing smile flicker across the defeated girl''s face as she was escorted away by herpanions.


    As the next battlemenced, Damo''s initial difort escted into searing pain as he realized the source of the girl''s sinister grin.


    "Poison!!"


    Both of his palms swelled grotesquely, and his arm muscles throbbed with agony—a clear indication of poison coursing through his veins. n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om


    With gritted teeth, Damo steeled himself for the ensuing confrontation, knowing he would have to fight through the debilitating effects of the poison. To his dismay, his opponent proved to be a formidable speedster, effortlessly dodging Damo''s tendrils with lightning-fast reflexes. Thebination of the poison''s effects and the opponent''s agility presented a daunting challenge, one that Damo was ill-prepared to face.


    Watching from the sidelines, Emery and the other seniors couldn''t help but feel a sense of frustration. It became evident that their opponents had devised a strategic lineup designed to exploit their weaknesses: an unknown powerhouse to swiftly eliminate their initial contenders, followed by a poison specialist to weaken the next, and now a speedster to exploit Damo''s impaired condition.


    "Haha, we''ve been preparing this strategy for Dillion, but you should consider yourself lucky to receive it instead," taunted the speedster.


    Damo strained against the effects of the poison, his focus divided between cleansing his body and fending off the relentless assaults of the speedster. Each attempt to purify the toxin was met with a swift counterattack, the speedster''s mechanical crossbow firing bolts of lightning-charged arrows with unerring uracy. The mere graze of one of these arrows sent electric currents coursing through Damo''s body, disrupting his concentration and halting his efforts to neutralize the poison.


    As time wore on, the poison''s insidious tendrils crept further up Damo''s arm, spreading its paralyzing effects throughout his body. His movements grew sluggish, his muscles seizing up in protest against the invading toxin. Despite the mounting odds against him, Damo remained resolute, his unwavering determination shining through even in the face of adversity.


    The acolytes of Hall 120 watched with furrowed brows, some urging Damo to concede defeat and spare himself further agony. Yet, the monk refused to yield, drawing upon his years of disciplined meditation to maintain a calm focus amidst the chaos of battle. With each attack, he calcted his responses carefully, conserving his energy while patiently waiting for an opening.


    In a disy of remarkable mental fortitude, Damo weathered the storm of his opponent''s assaults until, atst, the speedster was the first to make a mistake. Sensing an opportunity, Damo seized it with precision, ensnaring the speedster in a web of light tendrils and forcing him into submission.


    Damo''s sacrifice did not go unnoticed by hisrades, who showed their admiration as he sessfully defeated two opponents. As he stepped back to tend to his wounds, Damo offered a humble apology to Dillion for his inability to continue the fight.


    "I am sorry, I could only take two of them," Damo confessed, his voice tinged with regret.


    Dillion, was deeply moved by the monk''s words. Witnessing Damo''s unwavering determination stirred something within Dillion, igniting a fierce determination to seed in his ce.


    The next opponent appeared more like a seasoned warrior than a mere student, towering over two meters with his imposing stature and thick, bushy beard. With amanding presence, he unleashed his power, transforming himself into a massive brown bear that dwarfed Dillion inparison.


    With a deafening roar, the bear charged forward, its massive body hurtling towards Dillion with formidable strength.But Dillion remained unfazed, his movements swift and precise as he expertly wielded his imposing sword.


    BAMMM!!!


    With a single well-timed swing, Dillion struck the bear with devastating force, sending it crashing to the ground headfirst. The impact created a resounding boom as the bear''s massive form created a sizable crater upon impact, leaving the onlookers stunned into silence.