It was Nash. He was standing at one of the tower''s windows, ring coldly at Bobbit.
"I''ll give you one chance to fuck off!"
Nash had a frosty expression on his face, and the tone he spoke in was not much warmer either.
Bobbit''s eyes twitched, an unwilling look appearing in his gaze as he stared at Nash.N?velDrama.Org owns all content.
Nash scoffed. "Aren''t you going to leave? Do you want to experience what Alto did?"
Bobbit''s hands curled themselves into fists. However, there was nothing he could do.
The memories of Alto being swiftly defeated by Nash were still fresh in his mind. The possibility of him defeating Nash in a battle was less than zero.
Maidee spoke up, "Please calm down, Mr. May. We''re the ones who came up with the rules and should abide by them!"
The corner of Bobbit''s lips jerked upward as he cussed out Maidee silently. He was the one who had encouraged him to do this but was also the one telling him to calm down now.
Since Maidee had already imed the role of the hero, that left him to be the viin.
After a moment''s silence, Bobbit regained control over his anger and turned to walk back to the Temple of Frey.
The members of the Western camp returned to the patio of the Temple of Frey, and the temple began floating away.
Dante gave Nash a confused look. "Nash, you''ve alreadypleted your seclusion?"
He had just finished speaking when Nash''s features twisted and transformed into an unfamiliar-looking face.
Das chuckled. "That''s not Nash. He''s one of the Divine Strategy Squadron''s Espers. He can masquerade as anyone and everyone!"
Before thepetition started, Das had been making preparations for if the Western camp decided to go back on their word. If need be, someone would masquerade as Nash and scare the Western camp. He had not expected that they actually needed to do this.
Dante handed the Sacred Ice Sword to Das. "You should be the one who decides who the sword goes to!"
Das took the Sacred Ice Sword,
and after a moment''s hesitation, said, "The Celestial Dragon Squadron, which Nash leads, houses a second-generation Ice Esper Would anyone be against me giving the Sacred Ice Sword to her?"
Eric and the others immediately knew who Das was referring to upon hearing what he said.
The secr sect leaders did not show any expression on their faces either.
Geronimo smiled. "Ryan and Jaxon are the reason we have the Sacred Ice Sword with us right now. They''re part of the Celestial Dragon Squadron, so it only makes sense that the sword belongs to the squadron!'' Merrick nodded. "I''m fine with that!"
"I''m fine with that too!" Bluster agreed too.
They had not contributed in any way. Naturally, they would not vie for the Sacred Ice Sword.
...
Various heavenly materials and earthly treasures appeared in the secret realm. Every time, they were distributed after battle in the arena.
Cultivators who had achieved
anywhere from the Profound Reality
Pet
Realm to the Grandmaster Realm participated. The Western camp always lost these battles. In the end, the Western camp decided to simply give up on the arena battles.
Time passed in the blink of an eye, and it had already been a month. The Eastern camp''s capabilities had improved greatly within these 30 days.
On the day the Eastern camp members gathered for a headcount, they realized they were three members short.
Two were disciples from the Fiery
me Sect, and one more was a disciple from the Sakaris Mountain Sword Sect. Everyone spent three hours searching but still could not locate the three disciples despite scouring all 60 nearby mountains.
The leaders gathered in a circle to discuss strategy.
Eric guessed, "Could they have gotten stuck in an array?"
Tobias shook his head, "I''ve searched over a hundred mountains, and I didn''t see any arrays!"
A solemn expression settled across Eric''s face. "It''s been a while since west saw anyone from the Western camp. Could they be up to no good?"