Hades Messenger Is Succubus Master
Chapter 62 Final Competition & Sauron Family

Chapter 62: 62 Final Competition & Sauron Family

Soon, the day of the final examination of Kulun Academy arrived.

On this day, almost all the civilians in the city put down their work and rushed to Kulun Duel Square. The square, which could only accommodate about 15,000 people, was crowded with 18,000 to 20,000 people. For a time, it was crowded and noisy.

The voices of people talking were mixed with the shouts of vendors from time to time. Some sold wine, some sold bread, and some sold something like a whistle. The sound of this whistle was very loud and was specially used to cheer the contestants.

In the subjective competition seat, Marquis Sirius sat in the middle, with Lady Sophia and Dean Waberan sitting on either side. He had a great time in the red light district in the south of the city last night, and today he came here to see Sophia again. Marquis Sirius was in a very happy mood, smiling, and occasionally talking to Sophia. Although Lady Sophia seemed to be bored, she only responded to his words in a lukewarm manner.

Waberan was very enthusiastic and served tea and snacks, but Sirius had no interest in him and just responded perfunctorily.

Under the chairmanship of the academy’s magic instructor Barris, all the contestants quickly entered the arena. After introducing each one, Barris divided the contestants into two groups and placed them on two dueling stages.

There is a dueling arena for each of the Magic Academy and the Martial Arts Academy.

The rules of the competition are very simple. There is a duel arena about one meter high and more than 20 meters long on both sides. You have three ways to win. The first is to knock your opponent down and make him unable to get up again; the second is to make your opponent fall off the duel arena; the third is to force your opponent to admit defeat.

Since this is an academy assessment, there is a special rule that you cannot take anyone’s life and you must stop when it is time to stop.

After Dean Waberlan’s impassioned speech, the assessment competition officially began.

Celtic Sauron stood in the team of players, secretly staring at the back of Gloria aka ’Blackthorn’, "Damn bitch, I will definitely not lose to you this time!"

Gloria’s father, Bob Sauron is the Count of Maple Leaf City, and Celtic father, Jefferson Sauron is Bob’s younger brother. In terms of kinship, Celtic and Gloria are cousins. But the relationship between the two has never been good. They have been competing for all kinds of things since they were young. Gloria is so outstanding that Celtic has been severely suppressed by her for so many years, and he has almost no chance to make a breakthrough.

But now it is different.

A few days ago, Celtic broke through the limit of the fourth level and reached the beginning of the fifth level under the guidance of his mentor. He has just touched the threshold of the fifth-level swordsman, and he is very confident that this time he will definitely defeat this bitch with a sword in her neck.

The first match was between Roger and Celtic.

Celtic was so excited that he rubbed his hands. He could finally show off his skills in front of tens of thousands of civilians in Kulun and display his extraordinary skills.

Walking onto the duel stage, Kyle saw a young man with red hair and light armor coming across. Kyle knew this man, a well-known hard worker in the academy, Roger from the intermediate class. The instructors had praised this boy to them many times.

[A|N: Kyle is Roger logistics dept. instructor.]

But Kyle couldn’t help but think, you are just a commoner, no matter how hard you try, you are still a commoner. Even if you have the same name as the leader of the Hades Mercenary Group, so what?

"Hey, why don’t you just admit defeat?" Celtic mocked.

"Why?" Roger slowly took off his heavy sword and held it across his chest.

"Don’t you know the gap between the intermediate class and the advanced class?" Celtic snorted coldly.

"Ohh." Roger smiled, "On my way to here, I also met many opponents from advanced classes."

"Well, the lowly poor are always fearless." Celtic pretended to be helpless and drew his sword.

"By the way, you are from the Sauron family, right? My lord." Roger said with a smile.

When someone mentioned his family, Celtic couldn’t hide his pride. He raised the corner of his mouth and said, "You are quite knowledgeable. But since you know the Sauron family, you actually..."

"No!" Roger interrupted Celtic rudely and said sarcastically, "I want to say, do all the people in your Sauron family have such bad mouths?"

"You damned dog!" The nobles could not stand being insulted. Celtic flew into a rage after hearing this and stabbed towards Roger with his sword.

This sword carried a thick black fighting spirit, which was unique to the Sauron family. With the tip of the sword as the center, the condensed fighting spirit was like a ferocious tiger, galloping towards Roger. Celtic almost used up all his strength. He just wanted to teach this commoner boy a lesson in front of everyone, regardless of whether he would accidentally kill him.

In the Celtic’s view, he was just a civilian. Even if he was killed, with the connections of Sauron’s family, it would only take a word or two to suppress it.

In the nobles’ spectator seats, Bob Sauron and Jefferson Sauron, who came from Maple Leaf City to watch the game, were talking in low voices.

"Judging from his fighting spirit, this kid should be at level five. It seems he hasn’t neglected his training during this period of time."

Bob nodded appreciatively.

"But his level is still far behind Gloria’s." Although Jefferson said this, there was still a gleam of relief in his eyes.

"It should be enough to deal with this kid." Bob took a sip of the fruit tea and said casually. As soon as he finished speaking, Celtic’s figure changed from rushing forward to flying backwards.

The black fighting spirit disappeared in an instant, and the sword also fell out of his hand. When he fell down in a mess, he had already fallen outside the duel stage.

"In the first match, Roger wins!" Before everyone could react to what had just happened, the martial arts instructor who was serving as the referee announced the result of the fight.

No sound, everyone remained silent.

Suddenly, a cheer exploded in the crowd, followed by cheers one after another, one after another, like wave after wave.

Just now, when the tip of Celtic’s sword was about to touch Roger’s heart, everyone saw a light golden halo appear on Roger’s body. The halo looked very soft, but it was indestructible. In just a moment of confrontation, it bounced Celtic’s sword away. Then the halo exploded outwards, fiercely bouncing Celtic who was still charging.

An advanced class student who was almost at level 5 was defeated so disgracefully. He was defeated by a student from the intermediate class, and he was a lowly commoner.

Celtic was not seriously injured, but he could not stand such humiliation. He crawled to pick up the sword on the ground, roared and rushed towards Roger again.

"You lowly bastard"

Roger had already won. He turned around and walked down the stage. He didn’t expect that there would be a man behind him holding a sword and rushing towards him. The tip of the sword was aimed at the back of his head, as if he was going to kill him with one blow.

The referee noticed something strange and was about to raise his hand to stop him. But there was a figure who was faster than him. The sword was similar to Celtic and wielded the same black fighting spirit, but the fighting spirit of the person was completely different from that of Celtic.

It was like a snake that entangled people. In just a moment, the beast-like Celtic was tightly entangled and could not move forward.

Roger also noticed the abnormality behind him and turned around curiously.