CEO In A Fantasy World Chapter 133: Chapter 133: The Tournament Part 7

Thinking to here, he swept his gaze past the many citizens, warriors, and other spectators, only to see their disappointed expressions. This caused Caesar to sigh in a self-deprecating manner whilst sitting down at the edge of the arena.

As Caesar sat down, he couldn't help but notice the clan heads who were sitting next to Musas.h.i.+ abruptly stand up. They took off their fancy looking garbs and adorned clothes more fit for fighting; presumably for the upcoming matches. Following the next round, the clan heads would be partic.i.p.ating in the tournament after all.

Caesar closely examined each clan head, their statures and appearance varied greatly from each other, naturally, their power levels would as well. Each clan head represented a different faction, for example, Leo led the hunters and was in charge of gathering food.

Caesar wasn't aware what each and every clan head represented, as he didn't think it held much importance, however, he knew that Faust was in charge of discipline and Khan was in charge of guarding the front gates.

While Caesar was in the midst of contemplation, his eyes radiated a crimson hue. He inspected each of the thirteen clan heads as to vaguely gauge their power. Although the number of weaknesses and injuries couldn't accurately estimate their strength, it still gave Caesar a general idea.

He soon ranked each clan head with Faust having the least visible problems with his body, the others were generally equal with only Leo being a tad bit weaker than the rest. Caesar a.s.sumed his young age was the reason for that. Although the older you are, the more your body deteriorates, Caesar's eyes didn't only see weaknesses in the physique but also flaws within a fighting stance.

At first, Caesar's eyes could only vaguely see a few red dots or lines which varied in color, depending on how severe the weakness or injury was. But now, flaws within movements, stances, and even footwork were all visible before his eyes.

Once Caesar got the information he wanted, he simply adverted his gaze and looked elsewhere. The target of his attention was the handsome man with closed eyes, who also happened to be looking in Caesar's direction.

Seeing that the man was looking at him, Caesar stood up and dusted off his b.u.t.tocks whilst walking towards him. He was quite curious as to who this mysterious man was, although Caesar had a good idea, he didn't want to make any incorrect a.s.sumptions.

Caesar leisurely walked past the many ongoing fights and approached the man who still retained his closed eyes, which made Caesar wonder if he was blind or merely handicapping himself.

While in the midst of these thoughts, Caesar was soon only a few feet away from the man, who was standing in the middle of his ring. His clothes fluttering in the air along with his raven black hair, creating an almost breathtaking image. His looks were capable of making others awestruck, however, he still fell short when compared to Caesar's natural beauty and grace.

"It's a pleasure to meet your acquaintance," Caesar said courteously whilst putting his right hand out in greeting.

After Caesar's words were carried by the breeze, the man didn't respond and an awkward silence ensued. Caesar's right hand was left motionless in the air and stuck out like a sore thumb.

"Ebisu" the man replied back curtly, without bothering to raise his hand.

Caesar took back his hand and a wide-smile formed at his lips, he didn't mind Ebisu's rude behavior in the least, in fact, he thought it was cute and childish. As a man who at heart, was over sixty years old in age, he expected such behavior from children such as the one in front of him.

"I presume you are related to that la.s.s… Akari" Caesar asked curiously, not hiding the amus.e.m.e.nt in his tone.

Caesar's words caused Ebisu to frown, however, he didn't admit to it nor did he open his lips again. Though, this reaction was enough to prove that Caesar's hypothesis was, indeed, correct.

Caesar chuckled and turned away, walking back to his arena. He figured Ebisu was a man with few words, thus, he didn't stay and talk. If Ebisu wanted to get revenge or something silly like that, they would solve their differences in the ring. That is, if they had enough luck to be matched together.

Thinking to here, Caesar laughed louder and soon made it to his ring. Upon arrival, he looked around the training grounds and noticed most of the matches for round four were starting to wrap up.

Seeing this, Caesar didn't dally and also prepared himself by recuperating as much mana as he could. As mana existed in most living things, whether they were capable of using it or not, Caesar, as a vampire, was exceptionally talented at absorbing that mana. Without even moving his body, he started absorbing the small amount of mana within the air, though small, it would suffice for now.

Caesar stood there in a silent trance as if he were frozen in time, only his hair and clothes fluttered in the air whilst his expression stayed placid. Once around 10 minutes pa.s.sed, Caesar's red eyes flashed open and the referee who was only a few inches away from him entered into his line of sight.

In a moment of shock, the referee stumbled back a few steps and fell on his bottom. He had been trying to get Caesar's attention for the last few minutes, however, he had no reaction. Just when the referee was about to give up, Caesar abruptly flashed open his eyes, which startled the poor referee.

"Yes?" Caesar asked, curiously.

"Ah. yes… your match is starting soon, please prepare" The referee said while standing up and dusting off his clothes. His expression was unsightly and he trotted to the edge of the arena while whispering his grievances.

Caesar didn't pay the referee much heed but instead, focused more on his approaching opponent. His face was rough and possessed a relatively large beard, his eyes sharp and his body well built. Although he had a beard, he still looked somewhat young, probably around the age of 25 Caesar mused.

After scrutinizing the man, Caesar didn't feel much of a threat so he breathed out a sigh of relief. His last two fights had been far too surprising and out of the ordinary, Caesar didn't know how he encountered two clan head-like figures while in the top 125 and 65.

As if noticing Caesar's relief, the man frowned in displeasure and took out two wooden axes. They were quite small and looked similar to hatchets, his hands wrapped around their small handles tightly.

"I will not admit defeat!" He said challengingly whilst crouching down and entering into a strange stance.

"That's the spirit…" Caesar said casually while raising his fists, and right as the referee's voice entered into their ears, they both charged forward. The man with axes slashed down at Caesar who was holding his speed back.

Caesar could see the trajectory of the axes as if they were moving in slow motion, his arms shot up like a staff and easily struck the man's wrist. Blasting it upward and one of his axes falling to the ground in the process…

Caesar didn't stop there and in one motion, he turned his torso and kicked the man in the abdomen, blasting him out of the ring in a matter of a mere two seconds. The referee didn't even put his hand down after beginning the fight, let alone see what had transpired during the battle.

Only the sound of Caesar's whisper entering into his ears brought him back into reality, "you honored your word and truly did not admit defeat... " Caesar whispered and turned back to face the clan heads.

He sent them a provocative wink with a bloodthirsty smile, he knew not when the trolls were going to attack, or if Soka was going to be successful in his recon mission. But one thing was for certain, he was going grasp, purge, mold, and reform the fox-kin tonight… no matter the cost.