But this time, Silas had planted his feet into the wall first, neutralising the force behind the kick and got the composure of his body.

He stood back onto the ground, but his legs trembled slightly, the force had left a small impact on his body, which made his feet ache. 'This motherfucker is countering all of my attacks, am I going to lose now system?'

[Host, your mana is low, and you can last for two more minutes.]

Silas's eyes dropped down to his sword and then to his left hand as he looked at all of the claws that he had got after doing the rigorous training of Archangel Michael.

His eyes widened slightly, eyebrows furrowed as his lips parted. 'Wait, I just remembered something...'

[What did you remember now, Host?]

'Maybe I can try and mimic the technique of Archangel Michael.'

[Host, you might break your mana circle and die on the spot if you mess up.]

'I don't have any other choice now, and I can't afford to lose this fight.'

[I pray for the best, Host.]

Silas gave a small nod, his eyes were filled with resolve, and a small sigh escaped through his mouth.

He replayed the memory of Michael when he showcased the move 'Heavenfall Strike'.

Michael's voice replayed in his mind. "If you want to use the Heavenfall Strike, then you should put everything on the line to win. When I say everything, then even your life should be involved in it.

"To use the technique, concentrate on your mana core, channel all of your mana out into your sword and keep your focus intact all the time because if you make one mistake, then your core will burst and you'll lose your life."

"After channelling the entire mana into the blade, shoot it towards the enemy and keep one thing in mind, and that is to never keep intent to kill behind it because if you do, then you'll lose your sanity."

Silas followed all of the steps that he learned from Archangel Michael. He lifted his sword and channelled all of his mana into the blade, and kept his eyes intact on Carter.

Carter was standing in front, and a wicked grin was on his face, his breathing was ragged, taking the support of his sword to stand properly.

The mana channelled around the blade of Silas, the blade started to turn golden in colour and after a while changed into light as it shot forward towards Carter.

Carter's temple got filled with sweat as he gulped, and his grip on his sword's hilt tightened, and he lifted the sword back up in the air and muttered under his breath. [Aura Blade: Radiant Overdrive].

His blade ignited with blazing aura, the edge glowing like molten light. Each swing exploded with raw force, scattering sparks through the air.

Heavenfall Strike travelled through the air with rapid speed, the strikes of Carter were not working.

A loud shout escaped through his mouth as he channelled all of his mana into his aura, and the crimson red turned brighter, the strikes grew even stronger and faster than before. "AHHHH!!!"

Heavenfall Strike didn't get controlled, and it pierced through all of his strikes when it reached near Carter.

The lights in the arena were shut down due to the excessive mana load inside the room.

A huge gust of smoke was produced inside the chamber. Silas fell onto his knees, barely keeping his consciousness.

His breathing was ragged, his heart was thudding with immense speed, and it slammed against his chest, his ears could hear the pulse, which was running at the speed of light.

Eyes started to get covered with sweat, the body was completely drenched in sweat too, vision got blurry, but he was still waiting to see if his last resort worked or not.

Announcer's voice came through the speakers. "The arena is covered in smoke, and the lights are out, too. We'll get to know the actual winner in a while."

Ragnar's head turned towards the screen, the screen was just reflecting the grey colour of the smoke.

A low howl escaped through Ragnar's mouth as he looked at Daniel's cheeks. Daniel, who was holding Ragnar in his grasp, also turned his eyes towards the screen.

Face was unreadable, and he muttered under his breath. "Silas guy might've won."

Carter's minions were struggling to talk, all of them were drenched in sweat, some of them were munching on the fabric of their clothes, and some of them had their hands joined together and were praying to God.

After a few minutes, the smoke flew away, and the lights also came back inside the arena.

Silas was on his knees, grabbing his right shoulder and was completely covered in dust and bruises all over his body. His sword was a few meters away from him and was laying on the ground broken in two pieces.

And then a small smirk curled up on Silas's face as he looked at Carter, who had already fallen onto the ground, blood was coming out of his mouth, his hands were completely swollen, the blade of his sword was gone, and just the hilt was left.

Silas also fell onto the ground, back first. A warm smile appeared on his face as he closed his eyes. "I won, system."

[Congratulations on winning host, and congratulations on breaking through.]

The announcer's voice roared through the speakers as the loud pop of paper crackers burst inside the arena.

And the sparkling papers fell onto the ground. "The winner of the tournament is Silas Veil."

Ragnar howled loudly as he looked at Silas through the screen, but then his head shifted towards Daniel, and he looked at him with cute puppy eyes, shimmering slightly.

Daniel's face was unreadable as ever, a faint smile tucked on his lips as he brushed the hair of Ragnar. "You want me to go and bring your master, right?"

Ragnar then licked Daniel, agreeing to his statement.

Daniel got up as he put Ragnar next to Sia and then walked inside of the arena room.

If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know < report chapter > so we can fix it as soon as possible.