My Joker System: From Low Mana Trash to the Mightiest Wizard!-Chapter 133: Vicious Tongue

An eerily silent, dark-purple sphere flew across the stage, neither too fast nor too slow.

It was as though the projectile was floating towards its target.

It also seemed a bit underwhelming compared to the conjured steel golem.

Nonetheless, the crowd cheered in excitement as the titan advanced, taking the majority of the void rays like they were nothing.

The audience’s thunderous roars of passion only grew louder as the sphere made its way over, though most expected that the steel golem would be able to take the projectile.

It probably would take a few of those dark-purple spheres shooting simultaneously to take down the titan.

But to their bewilderment...

The sphere merely crackled as the golem grabbed it like a ball, its momentum seemingly halted—until, suddenly, the steel golem’s hands began to disintegrate into mana particles, ground to destruction from mere contact.

The void projectile also wouldn’t let go, inching closer and closer to the titan, especially after breaking free from the golem’s now-destroyed hands.

’Damn it...’ Pierro cursed inwardly, controlling the steel golem to shift its body aside and make way for the sphere.

Clashing with it head-on had turned out to be a bad decision.

Unfortunately, that realization came a bit too late.

The sphere landed cleanly in the steel golem’s chest and, under the shocked gazes of the crowd, reduced the massive conjured creature to mere mana particles, utterly destroying it.

Naturally, the sight sent the crowd into a frenzy, their arms flailing and fists waving in the air with excitement.

The steel golem had lost!

Pierro couldn’t conjure another due to mana limitations, so he desperately scrambled to create as many alloy puppets as he could instead.

Alas, none of them were capable enough to contend with the huge eye’s sphere projectiles.

They couldn’t even advance, pinned down by the void rays from the smaller eyes, and were forced to remain near their caster to protect him.

Just like that, the balance collapsed.

Pierro’s puppet army was quickly routed, and although the Magna Prospect desperately summoned more, he realized it would be for nothing.

And so, in a shocking and slightly disappointing decision, Pierro gave up, jumping off the stage to eliminate himself.

He then bowed to Felix and returned to his tent without a second thought.

Pierro didn’t seem to be in a sour mood as he left. frёewebnoѵēl.com

Instead, he appeared deep in thought.

"C-Competitor Felix’s Void Annihilation Eye obliterates Competitor Pierro’s Steel Golem and the entire puppet army with it! The former top contender bamboozles everyone, secures a bigger payout, and advances to the finals. What a display of cunning from Felix Dargon!"

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Meanwhile, the VIPs at the Gaora Hall couldn’t help but rediscuss Felix’s qualifications after his dominant display of both raw power and wits.

Pierro’s master, who was among the high-profile folks, wasn’t too happy with his student’s defeat.

However, he understood that destruction is the bane of creation.

It was simply an unfortunate and unfavorable matchup for Pierro.

Besides, he liked how his student handled the loss, moving on without lingering on the defeat for even a second and immediately pondering what he could have done better.

It wasn’t only the empire’s VIPs who were in discussion, though.

A few sketchy pairs in the crowd appeared to be making a detailed report on the proceedings of the Arcana Primis Cup.

Of course, none of it concerned Hal, at least not for now.

He had to worry about the dumb airhead first.

Across the stage, Donner continued looking at Hal in a provoking manner, throwing all sorts of annoying gestures to get his attention.

Hal indulged the bastard this time, flipping him a swift, vicious middle finger that caught the airhead off guard and left him fuming.

They were up next anyway.

Plus, he was starting to get pissed off at the constant provocations Donner made every chance he got.

He shall humble the idiot.

As much as the organizers wanted to start the match right away, the special stage needed time to repair itself, since Felix’s void-elemental spells had caused quite a bit of damage.

For ten full minutes, Akari entertained the crowd with an in-depth discussion alongside her co-commentator, Jhow, covering both competitors’ chances, their keys to victory, and what they needed to avoid to prevent defeat.

The audience didn’t even realize the discussion had already served as a brief intermission.

Realizing that the stage had completed its self-repairs, Akari professionally ended the discussion and skillfully transitioned to the second-to-last duel of this year’s Arcana Primis Cup:

"Well then, shall we give everyone what they’ve been waiting for? Competitor Hal Fennec, representative of the illustrious and respected Grand Magic Academy! Competitor Donner Rakurai, the sole disciple of the former Thunder Magna, Rajra Thunderclap, and the second young master of the Rakurai main line, please ascend the stage!"

Watching the two stare daggers at each other as they walked onto the main stage, the crowd went wild.

They had been at odds since earlier, with Donner escalating things at every turn.

The crowd hadn’t missed Hal’s single, yet vicious, counter that had utterly infuriated the disciple of the former Thunder Magna, either.

Now, the two competitors would finally be able to lay hands on each other to see who would walk away burdened with an inner demon, and who would leave with a triumphant heart.

Stepping stones are inevitable on the path of geniuses.

The only question was: who would end up as one today?

"You insect... If you had just walked away without talking back, this wouldn’t have happened. Now, you’ll have to face my wrath," Donner threatened.

Hal couldn’t help but scoff, partly in disbelief and partly in amusement at the airhead’s cringeworthy words.

He then laughed and shook his head.

"You talk like your wrath is worth a damn. Ask anyone in the top sixteen and count how many f*cks they give about it. I bet you wouldn’t even need both hands. Here’s a tip: stop talking like an eight-year-old kid. Maybe then people will take you seriously. Or better yet, grow a brain."

The entire arena fell silent for a moment at Hal’s words.

As it turned out, the young man wasn’t just exceptionally skilled in combat and wizardry.

He also had a talent for infuriating others.

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