Becoming a God Starts with Acting-Chapter 347: Will Not Lose

"Ha ha ha, I knew it would turn out like this."

"But Silvanus did really well, too. He just enrolled, and he actually managed to hold his ground against Thomas for this long."

"Personally, I think Silvanus is powerful."

"Strong or not, he’s still going to be crushed by Thomas!" 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Excited chatter echoed throughout the stands, like a crowd of spectators driven to frenzy.

Watching the strong be forced down and ground into the dirt—it always carried a certain twisted satisfaction!

"Silvanus..." Outside the arena, Ariana stared anxiously toward the stage, murmuring under her breath. Her eyes shimmered with tears, threatening to fall at any moment.

No way... could Silvanus really—really lose?

Even though this was the expected outcome, Ariana still couldn’t bring herself to accept it.

At the very least, Silvanus mustn’t die!

All she could do was look up at the high platform with pleading eyes, where the Elders overseeing Crucible Hall stood.

Matthew’s wounds had yet to fully heal; his consciousness hadn’t even recovered. He only knew that Silvanus seemed to be fighting someone—but who, he didn’t know. The voices echoing in his ears, though—mocking, laughing, taunting—all saying that Silvanus would lose.

Impossible. Silvanus couldn’t lose! Never!

Matthew’s throat burned and ached, dry to the point it felt like flames could burst forth at any moment. Even so, he forced out the words through sheer instinct.

"Silvanus... Sil... will not lose... win... win..."

Silvanus will definitely win!

"Ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha!"

As if answering Thomas’s taunt, Silvanus suddenly laughed, even though doing so made his chest convulse with waves of pain.

He raised his head—his mouth smeared with blood, a streak of red running from the wound on his forehead, seeping into his eye before dripping down his cheek.

Silvanus stuck out his tongue, licking the blood into his mouth as if savoring the taste of himself.

Thomas froze. For an instant, facing that boy’s gaze, an involuntary urge to retreat gripped him. His heartbeat surged—trembling, unsteady, betraying him.

This feeling nearly consumed Thomas with rage, and combined with Silvanus’s laughter, it made his agitation almost explode, barely controllable!

"You really should die, should die without being able to utter another word!"

Thomas roared, his voice echoing like thunder, and in the next instant, he vanished.

Silvanus, however, didn’t seem in any hurry to dodge. He squinted, laughing with an almost reckless joy. The crowd outside stirred in chaos, wondering if Silvanus had been beaten into madness.

But Silvanus wasn’t insane—not at all. His mind was so clear that he almost felt detached from himself.

"Ha ha ha, hic, you know what? Your punches really hurt," he said, raising both hands. Two swirling elements appeared in his palms—for the first time, not light or wind. One hand held water, the other fire, and two massive spheres of energy began to grow in his palms.

"But, oh my, you only know how to use those punches, ha ha ha. Not a single other talent, a completely useless Mage! First hiding behind your powers, then using lightning to appear in an instant!"

"I’ve seen it all—every step you took, the way you moved..."

Silvanus’s smile widened excessively, his eyes wide open, irises trembling with excitement. "You’re going to regret it. Regret daring to challenge me!"

At the same time, Silvanus clapped his hands together. Water met fire in an instant, energy surged wildly, and a mist erupted outward, centering on Silvanus. In the blink of an eye, it spread across the entire arena, obstructing the vision of those inside while also blocking the view of the spectators outside.

"What the hell? What did Silvanus just do?!"

"Water and fire just met—a simple reaction. Silvanus doesn’t even know how to use it offensively, he’s just using raw elements."

"I suddenly feel that Silvanus has a chance. That attitude of his... It’s not normal."

"Before truly losing, who wouldn’t bluff a little? I just see Silvanus going completely mad."

Nicole looked at Walther’s cold expression and laughed with interest. "What’s wrong? Did that new student stumble upon some secret?"

Seeing Walther say nothing, Nicole’s small face exaggerated her surprise. "No way... could the outstanding descendant of the Fulmen Clan really lose?"

Nicole’s excitement made her fixate on the mist. She had a suspicion of what was coming, but couldn’t help watching eagerly, waiting for the following events to unfold.

The sudden turn of events shocked not only the spectators outside but also Thomas, who was inside the arena.

Thomas had been so provoked by Silvanus’s words that he was on the verge of losing control. Yet the mist suddenly appeared, instantly restricting his vision. But shortly afterward, a light surged from above, like a miniature sky, piercing through the fog from all directions, casting a soft, hazy glow across it.

What was Silvanus planning? Thomas didn’t know, but this was his chance to strike!

Without hesitation, Thomas prepared to leap twice, fists crackling with surging lightning.

But at that moment, Silvanus suddenly turned his head. His eyes flashed with a strange, piercing light, staring straight at Thomas, almost making Thomas question whether he was even seeing correctly.

No, he was definitely still hiding. He...

In Thomas’s sight, Silvanus suddenly curled his lips into a bright smile. His lips moved; he was speaking... "Found you."

From Silvanus’s perspective, the light surged and revealed Thomas’s shadow. Though twisted and distorted beyond recognition, warped and mangled, it was unmistakably him.

It was just a slight refraction effect.

Thomas barely had time to react. The moment Silvanus spoke, countless arrows of light simultaneously appeared, flying straight at him—no deviation, no angle.

Thomas’s eyes widened. Even though he couldn’t understand how Silvanus could suddenly "see" him, he quickly swung his fists, smashing the incoming arrows. Smoke flickered with each strike, accompanied by white-blue lightning and radiant golden light, creating a dazzling tapestry of colors!

He teleported again, but no matter where he ran, Silvanus’s arrows of light tracked him precisely, without hesitation. Like an unending rain, they overwhelmed his figure, attacking so directly that escape was impossible—he was forced to face them head-on!

How could this be? How could Silvanus see him?!

Thomas clenched his fists in fury, only to realize that the arrows were piercing through them. Pain overtook anger. His fists charred black from the side effects of overloading Flux, and he was gradually weakening—both in strength and endurance!

Impossible. He couldn’t lose.