Everyone present was shocked.
One had to know that in the minds of humans, dark magic was extremely evil.
No one was willing to cultivate such a despicable magic.
That was because dark magic would need to use human lives to accummulate in order to reach a certain level.
Only by constantly killing could one increase the intensity of one's dark magic.
Meanwhile, this person on the stage actually could use dark magic to subdue Colt on the spot so his strength was evident.
In other words, the hands of the black-robed man were already fully covered in blood.
There were probably thousands of vengeful spirits that had perished at his hands. Perhaps, they were even uncountable!
The black mist suddenly appeared and bound Colt's body just when he was just about to slash the black-robed man into two.
His limbs or body were all tightly bound by this black fog and he was unable to move at all.
Right at that moment, the man in black slowly raised his head and revealed a pair of snake-like eyes.
His long and narrow pupils made those present shudder in fear. He was like a venomous snake that could pounce on and take anyone's life at any time.
Cold sweat broke out on Colt's forehead. His rich combat experience had let him sense danger acutely.
There was only one thought in his mind now.
Surrender!
He had to surrender now. Any later and he would die right on the spot!
Perhaps, it was Colt's long-held confidence that prevented him from thinking of surrendering immediately, or it was because everything happened so suddenly that he couldn't react fast enough.
Just as he was about to shout out his surrender, the black mist once again bound his mouth!
Colt's eyes widened in shock.
He had never thought that he would need to surrender one day.
Furthermore, he had never expected that his chance to surrender would be taken away by the other party too.
***
On the periphery of the arena, Mikhos could see that Colt was in danger.
He quickly shouted at the cardinal, "We admit defeat in this round. Let them out!"
There was no limit to the number of contestants, so Mikhos could still send someone else on stage even if Colt lost.
There was no need for Colt to sacrifice himself in vain.
However, the cardinal looked sternly at Mikhos and declared aloud,
"Lord Leon, please watch your words! Although this competition is between your two clans, once we're on the stage, this battle will be between the two of them. You have no right to strip a warrior of his honor!"
The cardinal's words were firm and decisive.
Mikhos's face darkened immediately, but he couldn't rebut him.
There were indeed many warriors who would rather die than surrender.
The cardinal's words made sense too.
Meanwhile, Colt, who was on the field, had heard those words too and he cursed the cardinal's whole family in his heart.
Damn it. When did I say that I would rather die than surrender?
I wanted to f*cking surrender but I couldn't speak!
Cold sweat was pouring down Colt's face like a waterfall.
The black mist binding his body was getting tighter and tighter. It was already exceeding the limits of his endurance.
The next second, a crisp sound came from the stage.
Everyone could tell that Colt's bones were crushed and broken.
And that black mist continued to contract.
Finally, the man in black sneered.
The black fog suddenly contracted forcefully and dismembered Colt right on the spot.
A splash of blood sprayed onto the arena and onto the golden lion's head.
The entire arena descended into silence.
***
Seeing that his subordinate's life was taken needlessly like this, Mikhos pointed angrily at Lionel Kerr and shouted,
"Lionel, your subordinate is practicing dark magic. Aren't you afraid of incurring public anger?"
Many members of the noble families turned to look at Lionel too.
However, Lionel seemed to be prepared for this as he said unhurriedly,
"The Leon Clan does not have to worry about this. This is our Kerr Clan's matter. There is no rule in the arena that forbids the use of dark magic."
These words choked Mikhos up again.
Indeed, as mentioned earlier, this competition did not restrict any weapons or methods. As long as they won, anything was fine.
As for the investigations on dark magic, that would also be done after the competition.
The Leon family would have to hand over control of the eastern marketplace to the Kerr Family if they lost this competition.
If the Leon family refused to honor the bet and go back on their words, they would be attacked by the three great factions of Storm City.
The nobles, the church, and even the royal family would never allow such a thing to happen in Storm City.
Right now, Mikhos' expression was extremely sullen.
He turned to look at the 20 experts behind him and asked in a deep voice,
"Do any of you here know how to deal with dark magic?"
After hearing Mikhos' words, the 20-odd experts looked at each other silently.
Dark magic had never appeared in Storm City before.
It even rarely appeared on the entire continent.
Nobody would know how to deal with it?
No one actually dared to accept the challenge at that moment.
On the other side, Lionel Kerr seemed to have noticed this as well and he mocked them openly,
"I've always heard that the Leon Family is the number one family in Storm City. I never expect that you guys are only so-so."
In that instant, many nobles in the audience changed their minds.
At first, they were here to see how the Kerr clan was going to lose to the Leon Clan.
But now, they wanted to see just how humiliated the Leon Family, who always lorded over them, would be.
***
On the Leon family's side, Mitchell, who was standing at the back, turned to look at Little Mitch behind his shoulder and asked softly,
"Little Mitch, can you deal with that dark magic?"
Little Mitch immediately jumped out and danced on Mitchell's shoulder when it heard his question.
Mitchell could understand that reaction, too.
It seemed like it was able to handle it.
Mitchell felt completely relieved at that thought.
Since his uncle couldn't settle that problem, he naturally couldn't sit by and do nothing.
Furthermore, he could obtain the Fire Lizard from the other party if he won.
Mitchell knew from the name alone that this Fire Lizard would greatly increase his fire-element ability.
Then, Mitchell would be able to cultivate fire magic more easily and it would definitely be greatly beneficial to him.
After ascertaining that Little Mitch could handle the most troublesome dark magic, Mitchell immediately took a step forward.
[Ding. Detected that Host has killed the mantis. Do you want to merge?]
Mantis? Mitchell was a little startled and then he slowly lifted his foot.
On the ground was a praying mantis corpse that he had just accidentally stepped on.
Even though it was unintentional, the mantis was indeed killed by Mitchell.
"Yes."
Mitchell muttered to himself inwardly.
In an instant, the praying mantis under his feet turned into specks of light and merged into Mitchell's body.
[Congratulations to the Host for successfully fusing with the mantis and obtaining the gene—Tenfold Arm Enhancement]
After obtaining the ability, Mitchell smiled. He had received another upgrade again.
It seemed like it would only be a matter of time before he obtained the genes of all the species in the world.
"Leon Family, please send someone up to the stage."
The cardinal urging voice was heard.
Mikhos's expression became very sullen.
Sending these experts on stage was simply sending them to their deaths. It was meaningless.
It seemed like the Leon Family was going to suffer a setback today.
Mikhos sighed and raised his hand. He was ready to surrender.
In the next moment, a figure walked straight up to the arena.
"I will take this round."
The youth with the silver spear and silver armor on stage became the center of attention instantaneously.