Dance With Darkness And Light 46 Making And Example

Bazuul looked at her with an indifferent expression and turned his gaze back toward the stage. Valentina saw his countenance and flared up inside. The expression he had on his face was no different from the expression one had while looking at an empty bottle. This was the third time in a row now that she had tried to get a reaction from him or stir his heart, but was then met with absolute indifference. In truth, Bazuul just could not be bothered with the rambling of a, to him, insignificant individual. Valentina, on the other hand, thought that he was putting up a front. As the first princess of Ibera, she was groomed to be proud, so naturally, she could not stand for what she perceived to be arrogance toward her.

"Just you wait, little boy! I will tear that arrogance apart along with that thing between your legs, making you the last living eunuch." She spat out viciously.

Bazuul once more turned toward her, forming a slight smile on his face before he walked up the battle platform. In fact, this last sentence of her had angered him tremendously, but he still remained calm, waiting to unleash the fire in his heart for the right moment.

At the seats for the representative of each kingdom, grand marshal Carval's voice rose in askance. "Old brother Faolan, how do you think this match will conclude?"

Faolan looked at the person that asked him for a moment. He knew this individual fairly well, although the grand marshal of Ibera was almost forty years younger than him he had gathered many achievements under his belt. One being the fact that he had already reached the third stage of the spirit realm, while he was at the fifth. Even though their two nations were currently on rather bad terms, he wasn't unwilling two acknowledge him. Yet, in recent times, his opinion on him had changed. He actually had a good impression of him previously, but recent state affairs had caused suspicions about this man's agenda.

"My nephew will win fast and with ease," Faolan said confidently.

Carlo Carval saw that the grand marshal of Ralun wasn't just saying this for the heck of it and asked. "Oh, how come!"

"If it were before the hidden dragon trials then…" Grand marshal Faolan started when suddenly Tyr Helson's voice interrupted his sentence.

"FIGHT!"

Valentina abruptly attacked Bazuul, actually using her long, claw-like fingernails as a weapon to fight with. He couldn't be bothered to mind though, he took a step to the side, dodging her first attempt. Without giving his opponent a chance at recovery, he took two steps forward appeared behind her. Then turned his body one-hundred-and-eighty degrees and slammed his elbow into the back of her neck. This caused Valentina to fall to her knees, her mind muddled, and her vision blurred.

"So, do I understand this correctly. In making me the last living eunuch, as you say, you mean to harm my family's future?" Bazuul coldly said as his killing intent rose, freezing up Valentina's soul as his voice crept up into her ears from behind. Instinctively she turned her head, trying to look at the person. Before she could do so, though, she realized that she was unable to control her body.

"Then, don't blame me." His cold voice continued.

Gasps of shock erupted in the stands, caused by the scene in front of them. Currently, the female compet.i.tor began to rise into the sky.

"What a talented youth. Absolutely incredible!" Someone in the stands said.

"Yes, I think it is unheard of for someone in the true qi realm to be able to fly."

"It seems the heavens have not forsaken the royal house of Ibera.

The viewers thought that Valentina displayed her real strength now, though they would soon realize a far more shocking truth. Suddenly, at the peak of her height, Valentina's body began falling back toward the platform, and eventually crashed right into it.

Once more, the crowd gasped. Some thought that the youth had maybe not learned how to control her ability yet. Before any more a.s.sumption could arise, her body floated upward, only to once again come down cras.h.i.+ng. The crowd now finally understood who was, in this case, literally pulling the strings -- causing far more shock to the audience than the previously perceived ability of flight. Valentina, on the other hand, was filled with fear and panic in her mind. Her body was almost shattered, and she was finally able to understand the difference between the two of them. Several ribs of hers were already broken, her left shoulder dislocated, and her hip had also taken some damage. She wanted to give up, but since she was unable to control her body, she was also unable to forfeit. Her very soul nearly crumbled from the fear she felt, from the absolute helplessness caused by not being in control over life.

Then, as before, she rose upward. A mere second later, she came down cras.h.i.+ng again. She resigned herself to it as she watched the floor coming closer. She wanted to close her eyes but was unable to do even that. Her body tilted slightly, and contrary to what she thought would happen, a fist came into view. It slammed right into her face, breaking her nose and two front teeth, blasting her off the stage, and against the wall before she fell to the ground unconscious.

"The overwhelming winner in this match is the young prince of Ralun, Bazuul Ylvazad!" Tyr announced rather fl.u.s.tered. Not only had this youngster won dominantly, but this match also ended rapidly. Most of all, this boy in front of him was the youngest compet.i.tor in the royal tournament. Whilst his opponent had been three years older than him. This was truly a shocking scene for him. He would have understood if it was a hard-fought victory, but this was just a one-sided beat down.

Meanwhile, Valentina had been carried away by the medics team, since she needed medical treatment right away. The crowd was rather silent as of now. Some were too shocked to say anything. Others were worried about this young princess that had taken quite the beating while again others thought that Bazuul had done a bit too much.

It was these voices of dissent that rose first before many more joined and reprimanded Bazuul's action. Bazuul himself was baffled for a second. Weren't these the people that found this type of event entertaining? Weren't they cheering for the compet.i.tors to give their all, to fight and make their nations proud? He shook his head and started walking off the stage before breaking into laughter that filled the whole arena.