Devon's words brought upon shock on Michael's face, and Peter, who appeared on his side. Peter shook his head at Michael, telling him he had no hope of winning against this youth.
Artifacts ranks weren't written on their body and most of them resembled normal items. They were only two ways of determining an artifact's rank.
One of them is going to an organization in the underground world that specializes in artifacts. In order not to get conned, those organizations began to sell and buy artifacts of different ranks.
The other way was asking a high-level powerhouse to help deduce the artifact rank.
For instance, when a rank 1 artifact finds its owner, the artifact could be compared to an empty fifty cl bottle. The artifact would then continue to fill itself as its owner grows in strength. And when the artifact had reached its full potential, the empty bottle would become full.
Seeing how Devon knew the artifact's rank without even touching it was really surprising because one had to know the maximum potential the artifact could reach.
In simpler words, one had to know what kind of bottle it was.
"Why don't you two come at me together," Devon said those words proudly as if he were doing both of them a favor.
A frown appeared on Peter's face, those words were really insulting for someone like him, and even some of the staff in the auction were beginning to badmouth his partner.
"Michael, let's show this bastard what it takes to be an artifact user and a staff in this auction," Peter said, grabbing Michael's shoulder.
Micheal smiled, he was fully confident that with Peter's help he could defeat this youth as Peter was way stronger than him.
Meanwhile, Devon was beginning to lose interest in the fight. He expected more than this from people who had stayed with those three for a very long time. This was a complete waste of his time.
The battle began........
Their swords were even both silver, they even had the same length, but the only difference was that Peter's sword had a black line in the middle of his.
Peter took the left side while Micheal took the right. The silver swords absorbed celestial energy greedily from them as both men poured the energy into it.
Devon eyed the sword Peter was holding, he could tell it was still a rank 3 artifact, but it was different. Before the two could even reach Devon, he had already disappeared.
And in the blink of an eye, he reappeared once again, leaving Peter and Michael confused. They didn't understand what had just happened until they checked their hands.
Their swords were gone.
In Devon's left hand were both swords, he stared at the weapons for a long time and still couldn't figure out which piece was missing.
Seeing how both their artifact was vibrating heavily, Peter and Micheal stumbled down to the ground. The last time they witnessed something like this was when the masters gave them their weapons.
All artifacts had a soul within them, however, artifacts below rank 4 had a very weak soul. Truthfully, their souls barely counted as one.
It was either an artifact chooses its owner or the artifact gets tamed. Peter and Michael were sure that if Devon made any attempt to tame their artifacts, they would totally submit to him considering how frightened they already are from his touch.
"I see, this one has mutated," Devon said, touching those black lines on Peter's silver sword.
During those seven months, Devon trained with the dominator, he didn't only battle him all day. Devon read several books, even though he wasn't allowed to practice any technique, he knew a lot of things about them.
One of the several books he read were the books about artifacts. From rank 1 all the way to rank 9.
The mutation was really rare among any artifact as it mostly happens when the user's potential is far greater than the artifact's own, then mutation begins to happen.
The artifact would take a fraction of the user's potential and try to break through to the next rank. If it succeeds, its users would get a significant increase in his or her power.
Devon threw the weapons at the men on the ground. "This is a waste of time.... You guys are pathetic."
His words caused insult to be thrown at him, but none of them dared to go closer to him. Among all the people present in the cafeteria, Peter and Michael were strongest."
With how he handled the strongest among them, none of them was dumb enough to go face him.
"Sigh..... I'm disappointed." Devon said, his voice had turned cold.
Teresa was about to interfere, till she got a telepathic message from the boss, telling her not to interfere in the matter. Though Teresa disliked listening to people, she wanted to see what Devon was like.
Devon took a step forward and smiled. His smile sent the staff shivering, their legs were trembling.
The dominating aura that was always around Devon had returned once again, but this time around it was stronger. The aura made breathing difficult for them, even Peter and Michael were not spared.
Devon's aura entrapped all the men in the cafeteria, his control was so incredible that it only targeted the men and not the women.
A few seconds later, bodies began dropping, men started falling to the ground. Some had fainted, while those that submitted were on their knees and the rest laying flat on the ground.
The men who had submitted to the aura felt lesser pressure than the others while others were still trying to battle it out, but very soon eighty percent of the men in the auction were on their knees.
While the other eighteen percent had fainted. It was now left with only two percent.
Presently, they were only five men including Peter and Michael who were able to still be on their feet. However, there were consequences as they were all bleeding severely from various parts of their body.
There were only two ways to deal with the dominating aura from Devon. Either submit to the aura or overcome it. Overcoming the aura could either be suppressing the aura with an artifact or one's aura.
In some cases, having a strong will that's willing to defy the world could help against some terrifying aura.
"For someone of your level, isn't battling this creature who is below level 40 sort of embarrassing." A deep voice resounded at the entrance of the cafeteria.
Devon turned to look at the person who had just spoken, and what he saw made him lick his lips. Finally, someone who fascinated him had arrived.