Damned Healer-Chapter 619: So Easily?

"Cough... cough."

At that moment, Saelil woke up and spat out blood. After coughing it up, she looked much better.

"Big sister, you’re awake? Thank the Gods!" Maeyu was so emotional seeing her sister wake up that tears streamed down her face.

Everyone else let out a sigh of relief, but they were also a bit shaken. It was obvious they had seen Darian use some subtle power, and Saelil’s condition had completely changed because of it.

Saelil’s thoughts were still a bit muddled. It took her some time to get herself together, but when she saw Darian standing on the martial stage, she was alarmed.

"Why is he on the stage?!"

"That guy was bold enough to provoke him, so he went out to play," Niara replied with a shrug.

"Bring him back! That guy’s power is far greater than what he’s shown so far!" Saelil exclaimed.

"Hehe... just watch, young lady. These are that bastard’s final moments," Niara replied, her eyes shining.

"But..." Saelil murmured, not knowing what to say.

At that moment, the martial stage shook, and the powerful demonic pressure was activated once again. Seeing this, Saelil turned pale. It was already too late to call Darian back. He was now cut off from the sounds of the outside world.

On top of that, it was Darian’s first time there, so he clearly didn’t know he needed to crush the tablet on the stage to escape if he didn’t have a teleportation crystal. In her mind, Darian was as good as dead.

Just like before, the bones of countless Nether Beasts lit up, causing the terrifying pressure to descend on both of them, and partially on the audience as well.

Everyone’s eyes focused once again on the martial stage.

At the center of it all, Giltei laughed, looking extremely pleased. "Haha, brat, you finally came. You should know I let you go on purpose, just to lure you out."

Darian simply looked at him, saying nothing.

With a sinister smile, Giltei continued, "Brat, I couldn’t figure out the full extent of your power back at the gates. This time, I’ll personally cut off your head."

"You’re really a petty man," Darian replied, shaking his head with amusement. Anyone who reacted even slightly against him deserved to die? Darian didn’t even need to activate his curse to know that Giltei’s karma was pitch-black and dense.

"You shouldn’t have thought with your lower head and gone over to that stupid bitch’s side. When you die, you’ll only have your bad luck to blame," Giltei mocked in a sinister tone. After all, Darian had ignited a spark of conflict between two major factions within the city.

Darian shook his head. "I get the feeling the young people of all the clans in this city aren’t very smart. I’ve never seen such a dense concentration of Young Masters in one place. Is it because you’re surrounded by the curse of the Nether Beasts? You’re all insanely arrogant. That wouldn’t be a problem if you actually had the power to back it up, but you’re worse than trash. I really don’t get where all that confidence comes from."

Padir and the others felt a bit embarrassed by this, their faces burning. He was clearly talking about them too.

Maeyu blushed slightly. Seeing this, Saelil was confused, then scolded her, "I told you to take the utmost care of them! Did you really do that...?"

"Big sister, I was wrong," Maeyu admitted immediately, lowering her head in shame.

Saelil was left speechless. She trusted her instincts, which had never failed her. Back then, her intuition told her Darian and Niara were exceptional individuals, but she couldn’t pinpoint what made them so special.

Since she had to focus on the battle, she asked her younger sister, the person she trusted most in her life, to take care of them and show sincerity. She never imagined this would be the outcome. Apparently, she only knew the good side of her little sister.

On the martial stage, Giltei asked, "A nobody soldier like you dares to strut around the City of the Heaven Seal with such arrogance? Who gave you that courage?"

Clearly, he assumed Darian could only be from the Primordial Empire. That was why he asked. He was close to Ramel, who was a nobody yet possessed a golden tablet. So both of them could only come from the Empire.

"Courage comes from knowledge, experience, and power. I’ve almost died and come back more times than I can remember. Anyway... I didn’t come here to chat. My patience is pretty limited. I’ll end this quickly."

Darian spoke calmly, then started walking toward Giltei, just like that.

Seeing him move, the spectators let out startled cries. "Fool, it hasn’t started yet!"

"That idiot doesn’t even know the rules. He’ll probably get crushed to death by the pressure of the martial stage."

"What a disappointment. I thought this would be a good show."

Countless people grumbled in the crowd. Maeyu and the others looked helpless. After all, they couldn’t blame Darian, since no one had told him about this rule.

The battle had been reset, so the two of them needed to adapt to the massive initial pressure. This was the first phase, with pressure ten times greater right from the start.

After that, it would ease up, and then both sides could move and attack. If one of them moved too early, they would bear two-thirds of the pressure alone.

"Hahaha, you really are an idiot!" Giltei laughed. At that instant, the pressure of the martial stage shifted toward Darian.

Giltei summoned his manifestation to resist what little pressure remained on him. In just a few seconds, he would be able to attack with full force, with minimal restrictions.

Then...

A shocking scene unfolded before the spectators.

Despite the intense pressure, Darian continued walking forward effortlessly, as if completely immune to the overwhelming force bearing down on him.

"What?!"

Cries of shock echoed throughout the arena, and Saelil’s eyes widened in disbelief. She had personally felt the crushing weight of that arena’s pressure; without her manifestation, she wouldn’t have been able to move at all.

Even as the entire martial stage trembled, Darian kept walking toward Giltei. Dark chains seemed to swirl around him, yet he remained unwavering and steady.

At that moment, someone from the Scarlet Cloud Clan, the same one as Giltei, opened his mouth and shouted something. However, his words didn’t reach him because of the martial stage’s barrier.

Even so, everyone in the arena was stunned by what he was saying.

"!"

Giltei noticed that the figure was trying to tell him something. He turned toward the stands and saw the man making a gesture.

The earlier words were simple: Give up immediately.

That was what the man’s gestures from the stands conveyed.

Giltei’s contempt vanished at once, replaced by shock. Suddenly, he raised his hand, gripping his golden tablet.

"He’s going to admit defeat!" Padir and the others shouted.

However, before he could do it, a hand grabbed his wrist.

*CRACK!*

A horrifying sound of bones snapping and flesh tearing echoed.

Darian ripped his arm off violently, as if it were made of paper.

Darian’s icy voice echoed through the stands: "I told you I don’t waste my time with stupid games, didn’t I?"

At that moment, Darian’s eyes shone with multiple colors. It was only the Seven Elemental Stars Physique. His primordial physique required chaos power, and even after recovering, his chaos core was still restoring itself very, very slowly.

"AAAH!"

Giltei let out a scream of agony so loud it made everyone tremble.

Darian tore off his arm along with the shoulder, spraying flesh and blood into the air and shocking countless spectators. Somehow, he was completely ignoring the pressure of the martial stage!

Unfortunately, Giltei’s reaction to give up was ridiculously slow. Darian swiftly erased any chance he had to escape.

*BANG!*

After ripping off his arm, Darian delivered a powerful kick to his abdomen.

Darian’s seemingly casual kick produced a sickening sound of bones breaking, sending chills through the spectators.

As Saelil watched the scene in disbelief, the entire arena fell into a deathly silence.

Although she had sensed that Darian was a hidden expert, she never expected something on this level.

On the other hand, Padir, Maeyu, and the others from the clan felt a cold shiver run down their spines. For the first time, they realized just how foolish they had been.

Before, they had looked down on Darian and his group, even insulting, provoking, and mocking them. Now that Darian was fighting, they realized they were nothing but clowns compared to him.

Darian’s kick sent Giltei crashing into the barrier at the edge of the martial stage, making him cough up blood from the impact.

Darian kept walking toward him, slowly... keeping the same pace as before.

The sound of his footsteps was the most terrifying thing Giltei had ever heard in his life.

"Sir Darian... this is incredible. How is he not affected by the pressure?" Hart asked excitedly, admiring Darian’s unmatched figure.

The bright eyes of Ailik and Ramel fixed on Niara.

She replied calmly, "That kind of pressure has a huge effect on you guys, but for Darian, it’s like it doesn’t even exist."

"Why?" Saelil asked, stunned. She couldn’t even hold back her curiosity.

"This curse from the dead Nether Beasts only affects people with weak wills, people who fear the strong... like those so-called Divinities or whatever it is you admire so much. It affects the body, not the mind, which is why it’s strange. But if you fear nothing, the power just disperses. Dan climbed to where he is with a blade at his throat the whole time. He spent his entire life running from terrifying people and surviving. Not even a Heavenly Annihilation means much to him. So this curse just doesn’t make sense."

Niara replied with her eyes fixed on Darian. A completely irrational confidence and an absurd obsession radiated from her.

A deathly silence hung over the spectators as Darian’s calm footsteps echoed.

Realizing he could no longer retreat, Giltei stared at Darian firmly.

"Quick! The arena pressure effect will fade soon!" Padir roared.

In just a few seconds, the initial pressure would weaken significantly, and then Giltei might have some chance. In their minds, if that pressure disappeared, Darian’s overwhelming advantage would vanish as well.

But there was no time...

At that instant, the martial stage shook, and Giltei’s manifestation suddenly expanded, covering most of the stage.

He smiled and roared: "Die!"

Without any hesitation, he attacked with everything he had. His ten thousand flying swords appeared.

The moment they emerged, the swords rapidly converged into a single colossal blade. An overwhelming aura burst forth, sending chills through the spectators.

"What power! He doesn’t look tired at all from the previous fight!"

Cries of shock echoed through the air. Giltei had injured Saelil with this very attack, but this one looked ten times more formidable. Before, he hadn’t even scratched the surface of his true power.

The giant sword shot toward Darian. However, what truly stunned the spectators was that, in the face of the lethal strike...

Darian remained indifferent. He didn’t release his aura or manifestation. He didn’t even stop advancing. With remarkable calm, he extended one hand.

"What?!"

"Is he insane?!"

"Isn’t he underestimating Giltei way too much?!"

That action caused an uproar among the spectators.

While countless people were shocked, a shining, multicolored layer covered Darian’s hand, and the tip of the giant sword struck it head-on.

He activated a small portion of his primordial physique, burning only a little chaos power.

**BOOM!**

A shockwave spread from the point of impact, making the entire arena and the martial stage barrier tremble.

Cracks appeared on the barrier. Everyone was left dumbfounded.

"How is this possible?!"

Darian calmly held the giant blade. Then he turned and looked at Giltei indifferently.

Giltei was terrified when he saw Darian block his strongest attack with his bare hands, without using any technique or manifestation...

Wait? He didn’t even have cultivation or void power in his body! How could he have a manifestation? Only then did everyone in the arena realize it.

*BOOM!*

With a simple squeeze of his hand, Darian made all ten thousand swords explode and turn into metallic dust at once.

Those swords were insanely expensive, and for good reason. Their material was special in this universe, absurdly sharp and durable. Only someone in the Emperor Saint Realm, with great effort, could break a single one.

Ten thousand at once? So easily?

The people in the stands looked like their eyes were about to pop out of their sockets. Their faces turned pale; they couldn’t believe what they were seeing.

"AAAAH!!" Blood gushed from Giltei’s mouth as he clutched his head and screamed.

Apparently, the destruction of the swords inflicted severe damage to his soul, and it felt as if his head were being split in half.

Darian’s steps continued forward as before. He said slowly, "How ridiculous. That’s all? At this rate, my wife is going to feel like she wasn’t entertained enough... well, she’ll find new problems to have fun with."

"Hehe... definitely." In the stands, Niara laughed loudly with a wide smile.

Giltei was in so much pain that he could barely understand Darian’s words; he didn’t even realize Darian was already right in front of him.

With his finger extended, Darian pressed it against Giltei’s forehead. A needle of dark power shot out. In the next instant, Giltei’s screams stopped, and silence enveloped the world.

"Is he... dead?"

Saelil and the others were left speechless. They had expected Giltei to at least try to fight back against Darian. But...

Everyone felt that, to Darian, this had been no more than crushing an ant.

Without delay, Darian turned around.

"Since I’m already here, I at least want to warm up a bit. You, bastard King. Do you have the guts to come fight to the death? Or are you going to keep playing useless little games like an idiot?"

Darian clasped his hands behind his back and spoke while staring directly at Caoming in the stands. When the spectators realized who he was challenging, an uproar erupted among them.