Chapter 34 Zorn
Lu Yi stretched out his hand, and the referee in the audience immediately appeared in front of him.
The teacher stood in front of the unconscious summoner and said kindly, "My dear student, your opponent has temporarily lost his fighting ability. You have already won this match."
The implication is that there is no need to do anything more and just give the child a chance to live.
Lu Yi slowly withdrew his hand and said softly: "...I just want to help him up."
After all, the visual impact of what just happened was too great.
The upright and tiny blond human boy and the huge and ferocious abyss beast, the contrast of the two people standing together is strong enough.
Not to mention that the blond boy was able to defeat a beast that was a hundred times bigger than him with just one strike.
Everyone can still vividly remember the water vapor and raindrops falling from the sky.
The blond boy had a striking appearance, but what attracted more attention at this moment was his ability to defeat the enemy with a single move.
That's why the referee who had been watching from the side made a fuss about Lu Yi's every move.
He thought it was the youthful vigor of young people, and they would press on to win after a great victory.
But Lu Yi said that he just wanted to help his unconscious opponent up.
God of Light, how could he be so self-righteous as to speculate about such a sincere young man!
Is it the young man's responsibility that the situation became careless?
Any magic circle has the possibility of being broken. The summoner only used blood to drive the summoned beast, and suffered backlash when the magic circle was broken.
The referee was silent and looked at Lu Yi in silence.
Lu Yi took a half step back and said, "Teacher, please send him to the medical room."
The summoner's injury was neither light nor serious.
I'm afraid tomorrow's group match will inevitably be affected.
He still cares about the injured classmates——
Damn it, this is such a good classmate! The referee thought.
"Teacher, can I go down now?" Lu Yi asked.
The referee picked up the unconscious summoner and smiled at Lu Yi very gently, "Of course you can, Lu Yi, congratulations on your big win in the first group match and getting two points. You must work hard next time~"
"Teacher, I need to take this little summoner to the medical room, so I'll be leaving first!"
His voice was so soft that it seemed to drip with water, and even had a bit of affected feeling as if he was pinching his throat.
Lu Yi shuddered and watched the teacher carrying the summoner fly away in just three or two steps.
Lu Yi withdrew his gaze and was about to walk off the stage.
But at this moment.
The audience who had never left the venue suddenly burst into loud cheers.
Amid the endless cheers, Lu Yi suddenly turned around.
He widened his eyes slightly.
In his deep blue eyes, the joyful crowd who were shouting his name were reflected.
I don't know who threw the first rose that bloomed.
Countless flowers in full bloom fluttered down from the audience seats.
The petals swirl in the breeze, rising and falling in a beautiful and grand dance.
The red rose that was lucky enough was brought to Lu Yi by the wind.
Lu Yi stretched out his hand and the rose fell right into his palm.
He looked at the flower blooming beautifully in the palm of his hand, and couldn't help but raise his hand slightly, and somehow put his cheek close to the bright red rose.
The soft touch of petals came from my cheek.
Lu Yi gently rubbed the gorgeous rose.
For a moment, I couldn’t tell whether the rose was more beautiful or Lu Yi’s aggressive beauty was more beautiful.
But no matter which situation it was, the crowd burst into even more enthusiastic screams and shouts at this moment.
…
In a corner of the city-state where Lasvino is located.
Zorn held up the half mask on his nose and looked at the person begging in front of him with a somewhat cold look.
The man with greasy black curly hair was kneeling on the ground with his knees, tears and snot running down his bruised cheeks. There was an obvious impact wound on his forehead, and blood was oozing out.
He clasped his hands together tremblingly and kept knocking his head against the cold, hard ground.
"Sir, please let me go! Sir, I will never dare to do such a thing again! Sir! Please! You know, I am just an insignificant pariah! I just want to make a little money to support my family!"
"My Lord - my Lord blessed by God, you are a great man, please let me go this time! Please don't bother with lowly ants! I will never do anything to displease you again!"
"Sir..." The curly-haired man cried bitterly, but Zorn remained unmoved.
The curly-haired man felt even more tragic when he saw Zorn's cold expression.
I might really fail here today.
He shouldn't act impulsively because of momentary greed.
It was just a few gold coins, but now he is risking his life!
"My lord! My lord! Please spare me..."
The curly-haired man ignored the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth and stretched out his hand to hit his face.
He was extremely ruthless. The whistling sound from his hands and the crisp sound from the hits on his cheeks showed his ruthlessness.
After just a few slaps, the man was beaten to a bloody mess beyond recognition.
But the magician mercenary in front of him, who was always wearing a mask, never made any move.
He really won't let himself go.
The man thought desperately.
He finally accepted this fact, and then burst out with tremendous strength to resist.
"Fuck you! I'm going to fight you!!!"
The man bent his hands, which were swollen with blood, and his magic power quickly gathered into a ball.
"We are all here to make money. How are you mercenaries more noble than us!!! When I call you Sir, do you really think you are some noble aristocrat with noble blood?!!"
"You might as well take a piss and look at your gray hair that's mixed with your blood!!! Lowly blood, gray hair! I'm a pariah, and you're a pariah too! Hahahaha, hahahahahahaha!!!"
The man roared heartbreakingly and threw magic balls at Zorn like a madman.
These magic balls were so weak that Zorn didn't even make any attempt to resist or defend himself.
He stood in front of the man and let the magic ball hit him.
It's very light and there's almost no pain.
But Zorn frowned without knowing when, and the corners of his originally straight mouth curved downwards.
Zorn lowered his head slightly and looked at his chest.
There is his heart, beating vigorously and vigorously all the time.
The beating of this heart supported his life, his humble life for decades.
Another magic ball hit him, hitting Zorn's chest right at the heart.
This blow seemed to touch his reverse scale.
Zorn frowned fiercely and looked up sharply to glare at the crazy curly-haired man.
His eyes were no longer as cold and calm as before, but were filled with murderous hostility.
The curly-haired man's breathing became stagnant when he was looked at by him, and his legs went weak and he was about to fall to the ground again.
He opened his mouth, wanting to swear like he had just done.
But blood foam rose up to his throat and he could not make any sound.
The curly-haired man's pupils dilated silently.
He looked down and saw blood flowing from his neck.
He subconsciously reached out and touched the bleeding area.
——He touched a bottomless hole.
The man lost his heart and collapsed to the ground.
No, he is dead, but his heart may still be beating.
Zorn took off his mask, revealing his gray hair and red eyes underneath the mask.
He stretched out his hand, and the sharp long blade in the ring space appeared in his palm.
Zorn hummed softly, concentrating on what he was doing on the man's left chest.
He was so immersed in his perfect surgical skills that he didn't know how much time had passed.
But when Zorn was finally satisfied and peeled off the layers of tissue beneath the skin, the living heart hidden inside had long stopped beating.
Zorn looked at the stopped heart, his disappointment evident in his words.
Zorn put on his black leather gloves and took out the bright red heart with half disgust and half curiosity.
"The hearts of the untouchables are also blood red..." Zorn muttered to himself.
He had seen many hearts, but this man was the one with the lowest status among all those whose hearts he had taken out.
"So is my heart also blood red?"
"No."
"My heart is different from theirs—"
Zorn stood up and threw the heart that he had just carefully held in his palm to the ground with an expressionless face.
He took off his black leather gloves and threw them aside.
Zorn's brown leather boots rolled over the bright red heart without hesitation.
The sticky feeling of the exploding liquid on his feet made Zorn shiver slightly.
People's hearts stop beating after they die.
But Zorn had seen a beating heart.
His last name wasn't Klein at that time.
His skills were not as good as they are now.
He didn't have a sharp knife, so he could only use simple and rough methods to cut into the chest.
Even though she had been dead for a long time and her chest was torn to pieces, her bright red heart was still beating strongly.
Just like many years ago when he was still inside her, he was familiar with the powerful beating frequency.
So he was extremely careful and merged that heart with his own heart.
We will never be separated again.
"Z! Are you done with the questioning... Uh, okay, I understand."
The door of the warehouse was pushed open, and the muscular, bald mercenary man stepped forward reluctantly.
"Can't control it again?" asked the bald man.
"No control." Zorn answered simply.
But his answer obviously made the bald man even more dissatisfied.
The bald man followed Zorn out of the warehouse, muttering as he walked, "Hey Old Z, I really don't want to say anything bad about you, but don't you think your condition is getting worse? You still don't control it! You let it continue!"
"Aren't you really afraid of losing control one day?! Z, I've told you before, the mind is a very fragile string, we must take good care of it. God of Darkness, God of Slaughter, bless you, I'm afraid that you will go completely crazy someday!"
"You're really noisy." Zorn said impatiently, "Where are the others? Where are they now?"
The bald man scratched his scalp, thought for a while and said, "Maybe it's in the laboratory in East District 3? Z, didn't you say before that the orcs had a big business? The man with glasses is still thinking about how to improve the medicine and make a lot of money!"
"Haha, come to think of it, those orcs are really suckers. They won't bargain at all!"
"And let me tell you..." The bald man became more and more happy as he spoke, and he clapped his hands repeatedly.
"This group of orcs actually brought a human with them! My Beast God, a group of orcs actually brought a human with them! Do they think that this human won't kill them if we are here? Or do they think that the human is good at bargaining?"
"I was really going to die of laughter. That human with blond hair and blue eyes is clearly a noble! How could he bargain? I didn't take the opportunity to rip him off more because of my bald head being so righteous, hahahahahaha!"
Zorn paused and turned to look at the bald man who was still laughing wildly.
"What did you just say?"
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