My Soul card is a Reaper-Chapter 723: Divine arms

The guardian angel then flapped his wings and flew high to take a look at everyone and announced, "You have five solastis (3 minutes). Spread to anywhere on the floating island. The last remaining one is the winner and proceeds to the regional tournament. Now. Go."

The island wasn’t that big, but not small either. It was around 1.5 sq. Km, perfectly enough for more than five hundred participants to have space between each other. However, it was all plain grassland with nowhere to hide. Even if it wasn’t flat, one could still spot anyone as long as they fly high enough.

As others flew away, Azzy stayed in his spot like a statue, among the few others.

He and the other seven angels of 5-star rank drew the attention of the Guardian Angel as they didn’t bother running away.

Instead, they checked out one another.

And surprisingly, a few of them knew each other very well to the point that they were casually conversing around.

"Hey, Tobial, it’s your sixth try. Why don’t you just give up?"

"I’m stronger now, Camael."

"Oh please, Tobial. Increasing your tier from 52 to 55 in half a year doesn’t mean you actually got stronger. You just focused on increasing tier"

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"Hmpf, and what did you do in the past 6 months, Aviell? I don’t see any single improvement in your tier."

"I mastered a new skill, which should be enough to beat you"

"What’s the use? We are still in tier-50s. Even if one of us win, we still can’t go into top-8 unless we make it to tier-60s."

"Improving tier isn’t everything, Lumiel. You should focus on improving your weapon mastery."

"Nah, skill mastery is more important, Ariel. If you are proficient in skills, you can make skill cards."

"Oh please, not everyone is wealthy like you, Aviell. Skill cards are too expensive for people like us."

"Well, I can’t do anything about it. Not everyone will born the same."

"Hmpf, go on and brag all you want. You still won’t win this battle."

"I see some new faces around"

"Hey, by the way, I heard Gabrielle won the qualification to the regional tournament a few days ago.

Azzy stopped paying attention to them once they started squabbling about nonsense. He silently sat down in meditation.

"Look over there. That kid looks quite confident"

"He is very young and already at Tier-56?"

"He is typically what you call the young master, not me."

"Hmm? Do you know him, Aviell?"

"Nope, but just look at that attire… That coat he was wearing over his robes was made of high-tier beast skin; should be atleast over a hundred thousand grace shards easily. My distant cousin once wore a similar one…"

"Oh my lord… that expensive… ugh… so hateful. Now, I want to beat him up even more."

"Me too…"

A while later;

The guardian angel signals the start of the battle, shooting a light beam into the sky.

The Battle Royale started between 412 angels.

Azzy continued to meditate, even after the start of the signal.

"Ugh… this brat is too much…" One of the 5-star ranks, someone in his middle ages, was angered due to his envy and charged at Azzy.

As he reached Azzy and threw a fist at his face, Azzy’s left arm swiftly moved to catch his fist and then motioned to the left, swinging him away.

He flew away hundreds of meters and passed through the barrier wall, falling to the ground and ending up unconscious.

"This…"

Upon gaining momentary attention, Azzy slowly removed another seal, elevating his strength to 6-star as he opened his eyes finally and rose to his feet.

"Holy Lord, this kid is at Tier-61. He fooled us."

"We aren’t a match for him."

"Quick. Brothers, let’s work together to take him out. We can fight against each other later."

"Yes, let’s have a temporary truce."

At once, four Angels of 5-star, who were all confidently standing around, charged at Azzy together.

"Now for step 2," Azzy smirked slightly and turned around to run in the opposite direction.

"Brothers, catch him. He is running."

"He must have used some sort of skill to temporarily raise his tier"

"Yes, he knows that he can’t deal with multiple enemies."

"Hurry, let’s work together."

During the next half an hour, they launched numerous attacks at Azzy, who somehow managed to evade them by an inch or two as if luck was on his side. They always got near to him but could never catch him properly.

In the meantime, several lower-ranked angels were also caught in the crossfire. This only agitated the angels more and more.

After some time, the original four gave up and decided to rest a bit to recover their stamina.

Azzy went on meditating when he wasn’t chased. Those who were 5-star or below ranked, anyone who attacked him solo got punched and knocked out. And whenever there are multiple five-star rank Angels, Azzy would run.

Not even the guardian angel understood what Azzy’s plan was.

Regardless, over time, the number getting lesser and lesser. Azzy also reduced his rank to 5-star for a while before openly meditating and raising it to 6-star again, repeating such a cycle and giving others the impression that it should be some sort of unique skill.

Almost 18 hours later, eight 5-star rank Angels were remaining in the battle, alongside Azzy.

Everyone seemed exhausted from flying and running around, battling many opponents. The darkness also loomed over the city, but through his glowing eyes, the guardian angel kept an eye on the field.

Azzy once again was seen in a recharging mode (fake), meditating this time in the center of the island.

Three 5-star rank Angels slowly flew above Azzy and looked down at him in the darkness.

They whispered among each other, coming to a tactical agreement, and launching a skill card at the same time, intending to ambush him.

At once, three beams of light shot from the sky, momentarily illuminating the island.

The three of them saw Azzy continue to sit. But, just as it was about to strike him, a golden arm erupted from Azzy’s back. It blocked the attack completely.

"What in the Lord name was that?"

"This is…"

"What is this technique? Aviell?"

"I have no idea…"

Even the guardian angel, quietly, watching it, was taken aback by the scene.

Azzy then mumbled as he opened his eyes, "It’s time to end this."

The arm size grew further and extended toward them. Two more hands suddenly grew like branches and caught the three of them at the same time.

From the left and right sides, similar golden divine arms erupted from his body and extended further and grew branches along the way.

"Wha… What in the hell…"

"Oh my lord… what is this hand…"

"I can’t free myself"

"Where did this hand come from… aaaahhh"

"Why can’t I destroy this?"

"What’s happening?"

"Aaaah"

Azzy slowly rose to his feet, gathering his golden divine arms with multiple hands growing from them like branches of a tree; each hand captured a 5-star rank. They looked all struggling but could get free from its grip.

"Adieu…"

Staring at them from down below, Azzy swung his arms with a thought, throwing all of them away from the arena. He ended up being the only one remaining on the floating island, alongside the guardian angel.

"The… The… winner is Rael."

The guardian angel announced the winner using some kind of sound amplification technique, which reached everyone in a few-kilometer radius.

After he landed on the ground, using a divine sun technique, which is nothing but a light technique that gets launched into the air and makes it seem like an artificial sun that gives light to the entire town for a while, the guardian angel approached Azzy and took out a silver medallion in his hand.

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Handing it over to him, he spoke, "Congratulations, warrior. You are now eligible to fight in the regional tournament. Take this medallion to the city of Tiara before the start of the tournament. The participants will get free accommodation until the end of the tournament in the city."

"Understood…" Azzy took the medallion and observed it. Apart from the symbol of a man on one side and the throne on the other side, there isn’t much to look at on the outside. But, when he observed carefully, he could sense the divine energy of some Angel; the divinity doesn’t seem that potent though. Hence, he didn’t pay too much attention and placed it in his pocket.

"Thank you."

Azzy was about to turn away and leave but then the guardian angel suddenly grabbed his arm, "Wait."

"Hmm?"

"Those extensions of the divine arms… I saw a similar technique before, only once though, but it was done by His Majesty, Archangel Uriel," stated the guardian angel, taking Azzy by surprise. He then further said, "I feel like you haven’t shown your true strength at all. I saw no loss of stamina. You are not really in Tier-60s either, are you? What is your strength?" He asked.

Azzy stared back at the guardian angel’s glowing golden eyes. He let out a smile and put his palm on his shoulder.

The guardian angel wondered what it was. But then, in the next instant, a huge pressure struck his body, forcing him to his knees, and Azzy’s words slowly flew into his ears like a whisper, "How you interpret this is up to you, mister." He patted his shoulder twice, this time casually without any force. "Goodbye."

Azzy jumped down from the barrier and shrunk his size to that of a mosquito amid several gazes from the ground, making it seem like he disappeared from their eyes.

"This strength… Why is an ascendant participating in this stupid tournament?" The guardian angel’s eyes fluttered, and his mouth quivered uncontrollably.