Arthur watched Henrik and Dagen both glare at each other, a hint of amusement could be seen within his eyes.
In his previous life these two weren't by any means friends, but they definitely wouldn't consider themselves enemies. The closest thing you could compare them to was rivals, slightly antagonistic, but rivals nonetheless.
Due to Arthur's influence, they had become slightly friendly to each other, seeing as though they were both learning under Arthur, and they were closer to friends rather than rivals.
The glare that they were sharing wasn't necessarily a hateful glare, but definitely not one that friends should be sharing. Although they had both fallen under Arthur's affection, their feelings towards him weren't anything even close to love.
In fact, if anything, Dagen quite liked Nyssa.
Not to the point of a certain someone, but almost to the point where he could ignore Arthur's affection towards him.
It was a confusing thing relationships, but they were both friendly to each other, and antagonistic to each other. If Arthur wasn't his current self, driving a wedge or breaking said relationship might've proved to be quite difficult.
A woman was the easiest way to do it, but then again, so was the notion of revenge.
Seeing Henrik absolutely smack the living hell out of Nyssa would be quite the.... trigger.
Both of them were friends, but seeing the girl that he liked getting smacked around like a little girl, was the easiest way to make Dagen upset.
That part hadn't happened in Arthur's previous life, which is why the next fight was so much more interesting....
Niklos' stood up, his grandeur and his domineering appearance once again attracted the attention of everyone present. They all looked at this Rank 4 Fae Master, with awe, fear and respect in their eyes.
"Can Henrik Kovacs and Dagen Kovacs please come up to the stage for the grand final!".
The crowds roared to life, all of whom were eager to see the outcome and the victor for the next match.
"5 origin essence stones on Henrik being the victor!".
"No chance in hell! 7 origin essence stones on Dagen being the winner!".
"Nuh uh! 15 origin essence stones on Henrik!".
" I'll put 11 origin essence stones on Dagen!".
The audience went wild with their bets, even some mortals with Fae Master relatives betting their origin essence stone savings.
The two participants, Henrik and Dagen walked up towards the platforms, narrowing their eyes at each other as both participants steadied their breathing.
A few minutes passed and the betting booths closed, the vast majority of mortals and Fae Masters getting their bets in.
They all returned to the seats, and watched the two young men on the stage, glancing between them and the Clan Leader, still standing while smiling as he looked down at Henrik and Dagen.
He knew that Henrik was Elder Zarek's illegitimate son but this Dagen fellow was quite the surprise. He probably only had a little bit of origin essence left, considering he had been constantly using a Rank 2 Fae in his previous match, and that he had just fought the previous fight, Dagen was definitely running on empty.
'He'll probably need to end it all in a single attack. But against Henrik's Metal Attributed Fae that would prove to be quite.... difficult'.
Niklos gazed down at the two young men, before smiling and lifting his arms up into the air.
"Are you all ready for the final fight of this Fae Master Tournament!".
The crowd roared, expressing their desire to see two young men fight.
Humanities desire for conflict was eternal. Rivalling that of the Devil Race, and even the Asura Race.
Niklos' grin widened and he swung down his arm with an immense force!
"Let the final battle.... begin!".
Henrik immediately activated his Bronze Arms Fae and Bronze Legs Fae, charging forward towards Dagen with a battle hungry expression on his face.
The latter, the shorter young man without any sort of Kovacs blood within him, let out a small sigh before shaking his head, his eyes glowing with a bright crimson light.
Dagen felt all of the origin essence within his origin essence sea vanish the moment he activated these two Fae, lifting his palm slowly and extending it forward as a small crimson bead formed in the palm of his head.
Dagen's arm turned bright red as an enormous amount of blood flowed towards it. Even with his Crimson Vein Physique, the sheer amount of blood that was contained within this small crimson bead exceeded that of all the blood he used in the previous round!
Henrik's eyes narrowed, and he activated his Mountain Bulwark Fae, lifting his arms up in order to protect his eyes, head and chest.
The glint in Dagen's eyes turned crazed as he pushed his extended palm out towards Henrik, the crimson coloured bead shaking violently as one of the Elders up on the main stage stood up, his eyes wide with shock!
Elder Vova turned towards the referees on the stage and shouted out over the screaming crowds.
"Move it! That much power isn't something that a Rank 1 Fae Master can handle!".
The two Rank 2 referees on stage heard Elder Vova's words and tried to move their bodies closer towards Henrik and Dagen but were too slow on the updraw. They could only watch in silence as the crimson coloured bead on Dagen's hand exploded outwards, creating hundreds, if not thousand of tiny, crimson coloured pellets.
All of them affected by Dagen's Rank 2 Blood Poison Fae.
The Elders up on the main stage all stood up, and Elder Zarek tried to jump off the Elder platform and down onto the stage below. Even with his speed and his cultivation, he would be just half a moment too late, as he watched his young son about to be completely covered in poisonous acidic blood.
He extended his arm out further towards Henrik, and saw the entirety of his childhood flash before his eyes as he shouted out over all of the cries and screams.
The Elder was too late, as he heard the scream of his young child echo throughout the main stage. His eyes turned slowly towards the crying, screaming and absolutely painfilled figure of his youngest child, rolling and spasming on the floor beneath him.
He arrived at Henrik's side, trying his best to wipe away the blood poison off him, before turning towards Dagen, who was currently kneeling, without any sort of origin essence to defend or even support himself with.
The slight smile on his face, made it quite evident that he didn't care about Henrik's current condition.
The expression of sheer and unadulterated rage filled Elder Zarek's entire body. Seeing this little shit, a fucking nobody do such a malicious and hateful thing to his son, he couldn't help but reach out towards him, his claw-like hand extended and aimed at his neck.
The only problem was-.
"My apologies Elder Zarek. I'm afraid I'm going to have to stop you right there".
Arthur's figure appeared on stage, his hand firmly locked around Elder Zarek's. His polite smile perfectly opposing Zarek's expression of rage.