A rare magical miracle in the world-Chapter 804 - 482: Above the Living Saint, Saros! (Request for Monthly Tickets)
Chapter 804: Chapter 482: Above the Living Saint, Saros! (Request for Monthly Tickets)
“Distasteful.”
Saros did not let the strong dictate his fate; he had not yet lost.
As long as one is alive, they have not lost, the game had just begun.
There was a time when Saros too had thought about choosing his own future path, but ever since leaving the mountain village, or even before that, he had never really made a free choice.
To enlist for his older brother, to preserve the honor of a soldier, to fight for Clearspring, to protect the nation behind him, he stepped forward like a hero and entered the arena, going from a general to a prisoner.
Now, Saros was forced onto the arena stage again, fighting desperately to survive.
Upon reflection, his life, it seems, was never truly free, always at the mercy of fate.
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“Even if I can’t escape, even if I die here, what of it?”
He wanted to play, Saros would ampany him, to the very end: “If I had stayed in the village and neverme out, howuld I, enjoy this kind of treatment?”
Soldier, general, hero, slave, suicider.
Whatever identity it was didn’t matter!
Even though he, Saros, was always forced into making choices, this kind of life was still a hundred, a thousand times more exciting than that small mountain village!
Even if he died here, died at the hands of the Eye of Ra, these few short years would be worth more than an ordinary person’s entire life.
“Such a life, if I die, it is enough!”
Saros’s gaze grew more determined, he spoke his last words in his heart to Clearspring, then ran towards the Eye of Ra, to face this Legendary Warrior head-on!
“Saros…”
Clearspringvered her mouth, her face full of tears, reluctant to let him go, yet knowing sheuldn’t stop him.
Clearspring knew Saros best.
It was because she understood him that she chose to let go and let this man fight against fate, watching him battle for freedom until the end!
“Be careful!”
Clearspring watched the fight unfold before her, a nearly one-sided massacre, yet the man dodged death time after time, always narrowly escaping the reaper.
Just a little more, just a tiny bit more.
Countless times, Clearspring had almost broken her limit, even if it meant being blamed by Saros, she was determined to save him.
Yet, it was this small gap, like a vast chasm, that prevented thismpetition from endingmpletely, making Clearspring go from worrying to expecting, and then firmly believing that Saros wouldn’t fall here.
He would win, he must!
“Has this fight gone on a bit too long?”
Logically, such a fight shouldn’t be liked by the audience, as besides some with psychological issues, no one liked to watch a one-sided crushing.
But, their hearts were now in their throats, the whole place, silent as a grave.
Somehow, even though initially everyone didn’t take this fight seriously, the potential and extreme survival skills displayed by Saros unwittingly made the blood boil.
No, not just boiling blood, but also doubt, self-doubt!
‘If it were me, in that situation,uld I escape?’
‘Did he just use the Power of Laws? Although unfamiliar, that must be the Power of Laws, a power that took me hundreds of years to master, yet he grasped it in minutes?’
“Authority!!”
Suddenly, a Legendary Warrior stood up in the stands: “Authority, he isntrolling Authority!”
At this moment, the whole place erupted into untrollable uproar and discussion.
If it were just Domain Power, one might still say he has unusual talent, but to master the Power of Laws and even Authority in such a short time, isn’t that a bit too much?
Is he still human?
If he can do this, doesn’t that mean, if he acquires Miracle Power, heuld break through to Master in minutes, reach King in 10 minutes, and bme a Legend in an hour?
Is that even possible?
“Huff~ Huff~~”
Is it possible?
Another hour passed, and the only man standing provided them with the answer—miracles really do exist in this world.
Standing in the center of the arena, Saros felt that being able to breathe was a miracle itself.
The man lay prostrate in the middle of the hard platform, blood flowing from his head,ntinuously dripping, forming a small pool, yet he was laughing, laughing loudly: “I won, it’s me, I won!!”
Whould have imagined that the battle would go this way?
“How is it possible…”
The eyes of the Emperor Candidate trembled ceaselessly, recalling the previous fight, he felt it was like a dream.
The Eye of Ra clearly had the absolute advantage, and he was much more familiar and thorough with his own powermpared to Saros, not to mention there was a threefold difference.
With such an advantage, the Eye of Ra still lost?
Butuld the Emperor Candidate say that the Eye of Ra was useless? Heuldn’t, because whichever side’s Legendary Warrior was sent out under the same circumstances, they might not perform better than the Eye of Ra.
From the initial overwhelming advantage, to Saros finding an opportunity, slowly dragging it into the late game, and then bming increasingly familiar with the Miracle Power.
Finally, he turned the tables in a stunning reversal.
Anyone facing such an opponentuld only describe it as breathtaking.
“Is he really a mortal?”
“How can a mortal be so familiar with the Miracle Power of the Golden Ancient Nation?”
“Even a Living Saintuldn’t master the Law Incarnation and Legendary Authority in such a short amount of time; that’s absolutely impossible!”
Among the audience, there were also Living Saints; they asked themselves, if they were in Saros’s position,uld they endure until the end of the fight and achieve victory.
The answer was obvious, negative, theyuldn’t do it.
“In minutes, he mastered the Domain of the Eye of Ra and then used a Domain Technique to ward off its offensive.”
A woman by the side of the Emperor Candidate, Minerva, who is a renowned War Goddess under Dumu’an, analyzed Saros’s battle: “After that, although it seemed he was suppressed by the Eye of Ra, he was actually using the Domain to feel the opponent’s power, thereby dding and obtaining fragments of the Power of Laws.”
“That’s so amazing, truly remarkable.”
Minerva exclaimed: “Can a mortal really do this? Even a Living Saint doesn’t have such talent, right?”
Minerva is also a Living Saint, but facing Saros, she only felt ashamed and dared notmpare herself with him.
Even Minerva felt that describing Saros as a Living Saint was not only not ampliment but rather an insult.
His talent, howuld it be described merely as a Living Saint?
“Living miracle.”
Minerva didn’t notice, at this moment, the Emperor Candidate’s fists were clenched tightly. He stared at Saros: “Has the wisdom of Artian truly descended?”
“What did you say?”
“It’s not over yet!”
The Emperor Candidate did not answer Minerva; he kept his eyes fixed on Saros, his lips slightly curled: “This duel is not so easilyncluded.”
