Upon seeing this, Angelica breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at their positions, and slightly calmed her emotions. Then she repeated the command from before, "Release me."
"Yes." Char, with an indifferent expression, nodded. "I will heed your orders."
As he spoke, he slowly lifted his boot off her shoulder and took two steps back.
Angelica's heart pounded intensely, the exhilarating sensation of turning the tables in adversity left her feeling weak. Looking at Char's current state, she felt like she was dreaming.
Is it over like this?
Did... I win?
"On your knees—"
Just as she was about to give the command, in the next second, a hand as strong as a vice firmly grasped her delicate neck, lifting Angelica's body and forcefully pressing her against the wall at the edge of the arena.
Her smile froze on her lips, and Angelica, struggling with labored breathing, kicked her legs in panic. She kicked off one of her boots in fear and desperation.
In a daze, she saw Char's smirk on his face.
"I was pretending."
"Surprised? Unexpected?"
After Char these words, Char lowered his head and brought his face close to Angelica's.
"Look into my eyes."
A commanding voice echoed in her ears, and Angelica instinctively lifted her eyes, meeting his gaze.
Deep within those pitch-black and profound pupils, two crimson blood moons slowly revolved.
Within the depths of those blood moons, it seemed as though mountains of corpses and seas of blood were hidden. Countless undead beings wandered, and an uncountable number of the deceased howled in agony. This scene was deeply imprinted in Angelica's mind.
In an instant, an unprecedented sense of fear and horror surged through her!
Angelica's body trembled, flailing her hands and feet as if she had been plunged into the depths of the ocean by Char, unable to breathe!
"Spa-spare me..."
From the depths of her throat, restrained by Char's grip, a pleading voice with a sobbing tone could faintly be heard.
From birth until now, it was the first time she experienced a fear so overwhelming, like a tsunami engulfing everything.
This feeling was pushing her mental state to the brink of collapse.
What she didn't know was that under Char's control, a brand had been deeply imprinted on her soul.
This was one of the benefits Char had gained from the leader of the Red Moon cult during his reckless search for death.
Combined with the effect of[Knight's Will] it not only greatly enhanced his mental resistance but also allowed him to acquire a skill in mental manipulation called [Seed of Fear] The effect he used just now was a demonstration of that skill.
This was a method used by the Red Moon cult to manipulate their followers. Besides brainwashing, nothing could control people's hearts more effectively than fear.
Therefore, instead of being controlled by Angelica's immature eye technique, Char reversed it and broke through her psychological defenses, planting a seed within her psyche.
It is not an exaggeration to say that this form of mental control is even more terrifying than a slave imprint.
From now on, whenever Angelica sees Char, she will involuntarily feel fear, as if encountering a natural enemy and a superior being, unable to generate any resistance.
As a result, the positions between the two of them have been completely reversed.
"Tik-tok, tik-tok, tik-tok..."
After a while, Char suddenly heard the sound of trickling water.
He looked down and noticed a transparent liquid slowly flowing down from Angelica's inner thigh, wetting her delicate, slender legs and staining her stockings.
Leaked?
Char stared at this scene with a strange expression on his face.
"Don't... don't look, I beg you... please..."
Feeling her body's uncontrollable physiological response, Angelica's eyes filled with fear and a hint of despair. She pleaded in a low, sobbing voice.
She would rather be killed than let the enemy see her in such a disgraceful state.
But what Char enjoyed the most was saying "no" to those weak women who lacked a bit of Hercules' courage.
Therefore, in front of the unsuspecting audience, Char, taking advantage of his unique angle, indulged himself in thoroughly enjoying this absurd scene of "lotus emerging from the water."
"It is said that women are made of water, and it seems to be true."
He whistled shamelessly.
At first, Angelica tried to stop Char's humiliating behavior, but eventually, she simply lowered her hands and gave up resisting.
Looking at her expression of dullness and defeat, she had been completely broken by the young man before her, both physically and mentally.
Seeing this, Char shook his head and threw Angelica far away into the nearby ruins.
After all, he couldn't do anything more extreme in front of such a crowd. Otherwise, Char wanted to test the extent of his control over her with the[Seed of Fear].
Having done all of this, he walked straight back to the center of the arena, ready to await the arbitrator's final judgment on the outcome of the duel.
Although it took some effort, he had perfectly showcased most of his abilities, catching the attention of the higher-ups.
Of course, if they were to find out that Char was still hiding his powers as a high-level Warlock, they would be greatly surprised.
Not to mention surpassing his predecessors, he would be considered a unique talent.
Just then, Char's vision blurred, and an elderly man with a white beard wearing gray mage robes suddenly appeared before him.
"You're a remarkable child, very impressive."
Headmaster Lucius looked Char up and down, his eyes filled with undisguised admiration.
"Headmaster, sir?"
Char was somewhat surprised but still took the initiative to salute.
Focused on the battle, he was unaware of how many important figures had come to watch the fight. However, the headmaster's current actions were within Char's expectations.
It was nothing more than trying to win him over and build a good impression.
Headmaster Lucius chuckled. "Feeling relieved now?"
Upon hearing this, Char shook his head. "To be honest, there's still some resentment."
"In that case, dare to take action. As long as it's not too excessive, I'll cover for you in whatever comes next."
Headmaster Lucius straightened his white beard and spoke.
Char's eyes lit up. "Anything at all?"
"Uh..."
For some reason, Lucius paused his hand that was stroking his beard upon seeing Char's expression.
"I want to kill her."
Char turned around and pointed discreetly at the magician Mevis in the stands, lowering his voice.
Headmaster Lucius swayed his body.
Although he could exile Mevis to the starry sky, killing her would be difficult. After all, they were both on the same level, and even with some disparity, it could be compensated for with ancient artifacts.
Moreover, Mevis was the youngest divine magician of the Mage Tower, holding veto power in the council and enjoying a high status, favored by the royal family.
If he really killed her, the headmaster would also be in trouble.
Ultimately, it came down to the issue of age.
Lucius was already quite old, while Mevis was only around thirty years old. For a divine magician, she was still very young and had a certain possibility of breaking through to become a great sage in the future.
"This... poses some difficulty."
Lucius fell silent for a moment, looking at Char with a complex expression.
"Oh."
Disappointment filled Char's eyes.
It seemed that the plan to kill Mevis would have to be postponed. It wouldn't hurt to wait until he became stronger.
But regardless, she had already been condemned to death in Char's heart.
With that in mind, Char lifted his head and glanced at the stands.
Mevis, who was high above, was also looking down at him. Their gazes instantly met.
Char smiled and raised his middle finger.
"Fuck off."
...
"Interesting."
Watching Char's provocative gesture, Mevis gave him a meaningful look and then turned away, accompanied by her doll-like companion, Nia.
In a certain moment just now, she suddenly sensed a familiar aura from Char. It was just a fleeting moment, so nobody in the vicinity, including Lucius, noticed anything unusual except for her.
But as someone well-versed in eye techniques, Mevis was extremely familiar with that kind of aura.
It was a deep and sinister aura, filled with the scent of blood.
"The aura of the Blood Moon..." Mevis chuckled softly, pursing her lips as she walked. "It seems that the Inquisition of the Heretical Tribunal will definitely be interested in this matter. After all, they have been investigating the Red Moon Cult for many years, but have never made much progress."
"Don't you agree, Nia?"
However, the doll-like girl simply followed silently by her side, not saying a word.