Chapter 528 Princess Isabella Vs The Sword Cultivator
When Evelynn felt Davis's killing intent even engulf her accidentally, she hurriedly flew and stood in front of Davis as she held his shoulders from pursuing them, "Don't!"
Alas, she was unable to withstand his furious stride as their Body Tempering Cultivation remained a stage apart. She became unable to stop him but she suffered a little as a result.
"Ugh..." Evelynn hissed under the pressure and when Davis noticed that, he instantly held back his strides and held her waists so as to not let her fall.
The alchemist and the others who saw the scene with the corner of their eyes, mockingly gazed at him with a cold glint before they left.
Davis quickly regained back his senses and checked that he did not harm Evelynn in any way before casting a cold gaze at their disappearing figures. His eyes momentarily flashed red like an illusion before he turned to look at the other people who were near them.
The onlookers all looked away to the battle platform with various gazes like indifference, pity, joy and behaved as if this was a common occurrence and nothing worthy to be angered about.
Indeed, people were indifferent to those who were strangers and he could also said to be one of them, so he didn't find fault with them.
Davis moved his gaze away from them and grasped Evelynn's hand and walked in another direction, not wanting to let her experience the second-hand embarrassment that came from pointing fingers.
But even after he left their place, there was still remnant killing intent dwelling within his pupils.
"Let's not leave..." Evelynn suddenly spoke.
He paused slightly and then nodded to her statement. He took her in another direction and they sat far away from the place where the distressful event had happened.
Even after being seated, his killing intent didn't disappear.
The thought of dealing with them later flashed past his mind before he finally became able to completely concentrate on Evelynn's well-being.
He didn't leave her hand but grasped it tightly instead, comforting her to the best of his ability without having to talk about it. He could only do this as he felt the event was something that he could not casually talk about since Evelynn seemed gloomy.
Davis inwardly heaved a sigh as he didn't think such a thing would happen in the short ten-minute interval. He came back within five minutes but even then his wife became prey to harassment.
Perhaps, he should be thankful that this happened within a city that made them not go too far. On the other hand, he hoped that it was not a city so that he could've made mincemeat out of them or even have Evelynn initially display her poisonous prowess at them.
Perhaps if they knew that Evelynn was rather a woman who had learned Poison Laws, they would've never approached her in the first place. Nevertheless, poison users were always frowned upon wherever they went but were also feared and due to being feared, they were singled out and killed at their budding stages as well.
So it became necessary for Evelynn to hide her development and comprehension of Poison Laws as far as she could!
Keeping this in mind, she didn't even try to make a move on those three misfits even after being called on harshly.
If it wasn't for him, then who was it for exactly? Davis took a deep breath and looked at the battle platform.
At this time, the semi-finals finally started.
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Two people walked on the opposite ends of the battle platform, their gazes clashed straight at each other while simultaneously suppressing their undulations that were at the Seventh Stage.
These two were none other than Wilhelm Abel and Princess Isabella Ruth.
The former let out undulations at the Peak-Level Law Dominion Stage and the latter let out undulations that were just at High-Level Law Dominion Stage but they equally canceled each other.
They stood a kilometer apart, gazing at each other as their battle intent becoming apparent before dropping to null. It was as if they were a calm sea, only becoming wrathful if they were disturbed.
The referee who was out of the battle platform waved his hand, "Let the first round of the semi-final, begin!
The referee had waved his hand but they both remained stationary at their initial positions, just calmly gazing at each other as if waiting for the other to make the first move.
It became even more apparent when ten seconds passed without them doing anything.
The spectators didn't dare to jeer at them. It wasn't their personal entertainment but a battle of experts and their quest to the title of the Conferred King.
If they were caught jeering at by even one of them, perhaps they can forget about living to see the next day, hence, the reason for their silence.
"Make a move..." Princess Isabella finally spoke, her tone tinged with an ethereal yet proud melody as she looked at the opponent's eyes.
A sharp ethereal form of intent was visible in the opponent's lazy eyes, making her slightly wary to an extent. She had watched the battles he fought with the other cultivators before, so she was aware of the borderline prowess of the other party.
The moment they tried to make a move, they had been more or less taken out in an instant, it was even so for the last opponent the sword cultivator, Wilhelm Abel had faced.
Nevertheless, she was not scared, just a little wary.
"Miss, I don't attack a woman first and it's a chivalrous conviction of mine. Please don't take it to heart." Wilhelm Abel politely replied with a smile on his face and tapped the hilt of the sword.
Princess Isabella instantly took a step back and scar appeared on the surface of the battle platform that was actually made of King Grade Materials.
She glanced at the curved scar on the ground and saw that it was a few inches from the location she stood. She then realized that it was not targeted at her but targeted to probe her instincts and senses.
When she inclined her head to look back at him, she saw him smile with his lazy eyes.
"As I said, I don't want to attack a woman first..."
Princess Isabella's fingers twitched, wanting to beat up this person.
In the VIP platform, Crown Prince Hadre turned to look at the Royal Protectors with a speechless expression on his face.
After a pause, he stated, "I've never seen a Sword Cultivator shameless as him before, especially one who is at the Peak-Level of Law Dominion Stage..."
The Royal Protectors laughed as they witnessed the hilarious moment.
Royal Protector Freed said, "What do you expect from the dark horse from the Abel Family? Even if he is a sword cultivator, he is still bound to be a hoodwinker."
Princess Isabella floated to the air and the other party took the same steps as her, maintaining a level of copying movements from her. In an instant, it became obvious that the sword cultivator was teasing her, however, her physical senses told her that it was not that simple.
The sword cultivators' face gradually turned stern. The more he copied her movements, the more he found it difficult to keep up as if there was a heavy mountain weighing on his back.
The more he probed her, the more he felt her to be unfathomable.
With just her High-Level Martial Master Stage Cultivation, she gave him an uncomfortable feeling.
No! He felt that it was better to say that she radiated an unfathomable feeling!