Chapter 67: Chapter 67: S-level Familiar, the Nine-Headed Dragon!
With that, the fighters ignored the crowd’s curses and the referee’s warnings, and walked straight off the arena.
Seeing this, Victor and his team grew even angrier. It was clear everyone was teaming up against them.
"These useless cowards—how dare they!" Victor was shaking with rage. His fists cracked, and he smashed the chair beside him to pieces.
Blair’s eyes flashed a strange red. He licked the blade in his hand and said coldly, "Victor, you were too nice to them this past month."
Klein took out a clear test tube and gave it a gentle shake. The liquid inside started to simmer.
He poured the liquid around the broken chair, and it quickly fixed itself, returning to how it was before.
Staarena at the restored chair, Klein spoke in a flat voice, "I want to test my drug on those opponents later. You two don’t mind, right?"
Blair let out a snort of laughter. "That’s you being kind to them, Klein."
Soon, it was Victor’s team’s turn.
Unlike Logan’s team, as soon as they stepped onto the arena, the opposing team released nine familiars and rushed them all at once.
No testing the waters, no holding back.
From the first second, the three on the other side went all in—only attack, no defense.
Even Blair, who usually didn’t take these regular members seriously, was stunned. "Damn, it’s just a match—why are you acting like it’s life or death!"
Then Blair dropped all pride and turned to run.
Klein saw this and his face went dark too. "Victor, you’re good at group fights. It’s yours!"
Victor snorted. "Stand back."
As soon as he spoke, the familiar space opened up behind him.
Nine huge dragon heads shot out at once, each biting one of the nine familiars.
It wasn’t even close. Nine pained cries rang out one after another.
The nine familiars that had been swarming Victor had their necks clamped by the dragon heads and were slammed to the ground.
Those fierce-looking familiars were now barely breathing, almost dead.
The people commanding them from afar were stunned.
"What kind of monster is Victor’s dragon-head familiar? It can fight nine at once!"
"Damn it, when he fought Logan before, he only showed three heads!"
"It’s fine. Our job’s done—we made him show a hidden card for Logan."
The three familiar tamers on the arena turned to look at Logan’s team and smiled. "Logan, we did our best! Good luck!"
They pulled out white towels, ready to surrender on the spot.
Suddenly, eight slashes flashed, and the towels in their hands were shredded to pieces.
Then Blair’s cold voice came: "You did your best? I’m not done having fun."
They turned toward the sound and saw Blair standing five meters behind them.
Eight thick insect legs stuck out from his back, clinging to the ground like spider legs.
"Damn, he’s possessed by an insect-type familiar! This guy’s crazy!" The tallest captain cursed under his breath and pulled his team back.
Unlike animal-type familiars, insect-types are mostly good at stealth kills. They’re the kind of foe a familiar tamer least wants to face.
With all three of their familiars out, their bodies were at their weakest.
Against Blair, they had no chance.
But just as they reached the edge of the arena, countless vines sprang up around it and quickly wrapped the whole arena like a birdcage.
Klein stood on top of the cage, looking down at them with eyes full of pity and madness, like a scientist staarena at lab mice.
"Perfect timing. I used seawater from the Blood Cultivation Realm to make a new kind of potion. I call it the [Decay Potion]." Klein’s voice was soft, but every word sounded crazy.
Even Victor and Blair backed off to the edge of the arena when they heard him.
Then drops of clear liquid fell from above and splashed onto the three opponents’ faces.
In an instant, their screams tore through the arena.
The three young men, bright and handsome just moments ago, collapsed to the floor.
Their skin and muscles writhed wildly. Bubbles swelled from their pores and burst, releasing a sharp, choking gas.
People in the stands frowned. Some timid women covered their faces, not daarena to look.
Logan’s team stood at the edge of the arena and watched it all—saw three good-looking guys turn into a frog, a lizard, and a crab—and they were furious.
"Logan, they’re so pitiful. How can we turn them back?" Sawako clenched her fists, wanting to rush up and confront Klein.
"Sawako, it’s a transformation potion. Only the one who brewed it can restore them without side effects," Yelena said, her face already dark.
Heaarena the word "potion," Logan narrowed his eyes and stared at Klein on top of the vines. "We’ll be facing them soon."
Not far away, Sophia kept a cold face, fighting the urge to stop the match.
Lucia sat beside her, stomach rolling, ready to throw up.
They had just eaten a big crab feast, and now Klein turned a living person into a crab right in front of them. It made both of them sick.
Sophia asked softly, her face cold. "What Klein did—doesn’t that break the rules?"
"It doesn’t," Lucia said, holding back her nausea. "He’s an alchemist. All alchemists have potion licenses issued by the Federation. They’re the only group allowed to legally use potions against humans in combat."
"If that’s the case, after the match I can at least demand he turns those three back, right?" A thin frost was already forming on Sophia’s face.
"You can ask, sure. But whether he’ll agree, and whether he’ll ’accidentally’ cause a medical mishap—that I can’t promise," Lucia sighed. "To be safe, we should let our own alchemist handle it."
While Sophia and Lucia were worrying about the students, Sorenso stood in the stands, turned to General Philip with a proud look, and said, "See that? Badass, right? Strong, huh?"
General Philip ignored Sorenso and kept his eyes on Victor in the arena.
Everyone else was focused on the three students in the arena who had already transformed.
But what made Philip even more curious were the nine dragon heads sticking out behind Victor.
He searched his memory over and over, but still couldn’t think of any familiar that matched them.
"Victor’s familiar—is it S-level?" General Philip asked bluntly, voicing what was on his mind.
"What? An S-level familiar? General Philip, you’re not joking, right?" City Lord Garen shot to his feet, eyes locked on General Philip and Sorenso.
Feeling Philip’s gaze, Sorenso snorted. "I’m the future head of the Tattalia family. You think I don’t deserve an S-level familiar?"
General Philip narrowed his eyes, his voice ice-cold. "Sorenso, are you out of your mind? An S-level familiar will draw monsters to besiege the city and trigger a beast tide. You know that."
City Lord Garen of Saint Heart City also realized how serious it was and warned, "The Federation is clear: only Saints can contract an S-level familiar, because only a Saint’s familiar space can fully block its aura."
Seeing them make a big deal of it, Sorenso gave a cold laugh. "Ignorant! Victor contracted this S-level Nine-Headed Dragon half a year ago. Have you seen a beast tide hit the city? Any monsters show up?"
Heaarena that, General Philip and City Lord Garen both frowned.
Sorenso took a sip of red wine and explained patiently: "Haven’t you noticed? Every time Victor fights, he only summons the familiar’s heads. We paid a huge price to seal its body. As long as Victor doesn’t release the whole thing, a beast tide won’t happen."
Philip frowned even more. "What if Victor does let it out completely?"
"Impossible," Sorenso said flatly. "No one his age has that kind of power."
"Hmph. It had better be like you say." General Philip turned away, not wanting to look at Sorenso again.
The match on the arena ended quickly.
Since the three opponents were turned into amphibians and couldn’t fight, the referee declared Victor’s team the winner.
Right after, Klein pulled back the vines around the arena one by one, leaving it for the next two teams.
As Victor stepped off the arena, he suddenly turned, stared hard at Logan, and made a throat-slitting gesture. "Logan, your end will be ten times worse than theirs."
Logan didn’t care about the threat. He raised his phone, put it on speaker, and played a video of Victor and his two teammates kneeling and apologizing.
"I was wrong!"
"I was wrong!"
"I was wrong!"
The clip was under ten seconds, but Logan played it three times in a row. Only then did the crowd get it.
In an instant, the stands erupted.
"Hey, get closer! Your screen’s too small—I can’t see!"
"Anyone got a group? Share it! I can trade rare resources!"
"Logan! I’ll pay ten million for the original video file on your phone!"
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