Great Demon King [45-???]

Chapter 289 - 300

Chapter 289: A medal of merit

Leah Cain's fate had been sealed when more than a hundred dark creatures appeared. After all, a great deal of his fighting aura had been exhausted after exchanging blows with Han Shuo. Particularly in that last attack, Leah Cain had consumed a massive amount of fighting aura to produce the ice needles.

Han Shuo had the mental strength of a grand magus despite not being able to release the necromancy spells of this level. Such a huge mental force was enough for him to summon a large number of dark creatures. Amongst these creatures were the remarkably powerful little skeleton, the earth elite zombie and the wood elite zombie.

The three bizarre dark creatures lurked within the necromancy grand army and would randomly release attacks that caught an average person off guard, rendering them unable to defend themselves. Leah Cain had to deal with the Demonslayer Edge's all-pervasive attacks while facing two evil knights, creatures famous for their tyrannical strength. That obviously took most of his attention.

The three bizarre creatures took the opportunity to utilize their unique attacks to their hearts' content. This strategy was naturally effective as Leah Cain was instantly heavily injured by the little skeleton's sneak attacks. It was a matter of course for him to be trampled to death by the evil knights.

The hundred strong dark creatures instantly drowned Leah Cain and blocked the vision of the surrounding nobles as well as that of their entourages'. These people couldn't see what was happening at all. They could only hear the shrill, tragic roars from Leah Cain.

Han Shuo was standing grandly in the sky as Leah Cain's tragic screaming started to subside. He unhurriedly chanted an incantation, sending his summoned dark creatures back to the other dimension. Apart from the traces of blood scattered on the grass, there was nothing, not even a piece of bone left on the lawn to indicate these creatures had been present.

Everyone understood that Leah Cain was finished! He must have been ripped apart and eaten cleanly by those dark creatures. The big, still wet patches of blood on the lawn were proof of this truth.

"Done, done just like that!"

"Leah Cain is dead! I mean, he should be dead!"

"Uhh, how can this be? He was finished so quickly?!"

The onlookers around all sent horrified looks at Han Shuo standing proudly in mid-air. They then looked back down at the bloodstains on the lawn and understood that the battle was over. Han Shuo had successfully killed the Crazy Great Swordmaster Leah Cain of the Brut Merchant Alliance. He'd won fair and square, and had shown his unique skills from beginning to end of the battle.

He'd used the necromancers' most brilliant, common, and effective tactic of numbers in the end to directly stomp on the great swordmaster. No matter from what perspective one approached this battle, this match could be regarded as a classic one for the books. Leah Cain's dense rain of ice awls and Han Shuo's unique skill in splitting up into four copies were all deeply engraved into everyone's memory.

A hubbub of discussions rose and fell. Han Shuo had been standing proudly in the sky when he suddenly let out a resounding shout and left a blinding speed. His elegant, dashing figure gradually turned into a black spot until the crowd could no longer see a trace of him.

It weren't just the audience inside the Garden House who knew of Han Shuo's grand victory, the civilians on the streets outside all deduced the result when they saw Han Shuo fly away in the air. Everyone cheered and yelled, the atmosphere as joyous as a holiday.

First Prince Charles' face was terrifyingly gloomy. He never expected Leah Cain to lose, no matter how much he speculated about the match. To him, this was simply unreal.