Reincarnated With The Van Helsing System-Chapter 401 The Tournament’s Result (Part 3)

Outside of the maze, Lance who was receive with a round of applauses and cheers, looked at his spear, though its head was destroyed in that last exchange, he could tell that it wasn't irreparable and he smiled.

'Don't worry partner, I have kept you in this incomplete state for too long due to my own weakness, with this I can finally advance', he thought as he looked at the mirror plate in which Daimon was proudly standing up to the last two captains.

"Wielding a Stellar ranked magic weapon with sheer physical strength, I didn't even think it was possible for anyone below the late Mortal level, but just like my spear I'll become stronger after this fight", he said as he jumped from the platforms to the resting area, where his scholar and all his team was already waiting for him.

Daimon had no way to know, but the current Disaster weighted the minimum required for a Stellar ranked weapon, naturally those who use them, power the arrays engraved to lighten the weapon, in part the reason as to why the tournament only allowed Half Stellar ranked equipment, is the requirements to use one.

Even if you didn't use the arrays engraved, Stellar grade materials were on a whole new level compared to anything below them, even the lightest weapon created with them will be too heavy for anyone below the early stage of the Archknight realm to even lift it.

As for early stage Archmages they can somewhat activate the lightening arrays on them for a short period of time to use them, but today Lance saw someone from the young generation easily wielding a sword that weighted the same as a building as if it was the most normal thing in the world, his hands were aching for a second round, but now was not the time.

Daimon and the girls eliminated most of them in a fair confrontation, as for his vice-captain who is also a lord ranked, he was ambushed by Ezequiel and the crowned prince's vice-captains as well as around six of their subordinates, before they encountered Mellie, and was eliminated, not without taking out the six subordinates, the few who were spread around the maze were taken out automatically when Lance lost.

"Captain, we were defeated without reaching the throne room, please assign us the required disciplinary action!", they all shouted as they kneeled in front of Lance.

Even the glassed scholar bowed towards Lance, but they were all met with the strange sight of Lance laughing, he passed by and patted Julia's shoulder as he shook his head.

"All of you get up, if you have time to ask for punishment follow me to train, the only defeat that we can't use to get stronger is death".

What can one expect from a group of battle maniacs, Lance's words made their eyes shone with excitement, this tournament wasn't like the previous ones in which the result was always the same, the stagnated waters of the kingdom had started to flow once again and they could tell, that after this fight they will become stronger.

'Thanks, brother Lance seems to have had fun fighting you', thought Julia as she slightly bowed at the mirror screen that showed Daimon in the throne room.

One can only imagine Lance's future surprise, when he learns that the current weight of Disaster is already lightened, thanks to Narasha fighting alongside Daimon, but that is a story for another day.

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Back at the maze, Daimon dispelled the white and purple lightning that was cladding his body, that sole exchange with Lance drained a third of his battle aura, since that state consumed an abysmal amount of energy per second.

He was able to pull out something so strong while in the star realms, because of his abnormal vitality and battle aura reserves, even an early-stage Knight Lord would have fainted after one or two seconds of the consumption of battle aura that martial art required, truly a way of fighting that only suited Daimon, an absurdly costly but overwhelmingly strong technique.

Daimon then turned around and slowly walked towards the throne while he ignored both Walford and the crowned prince.

While the crowned prince remained calm as he paid attention to the women sitting on the throne, that seemed to be ready to strike him down the moment he moved, Walford gritted his teeth, since it seemed that in the silver haired masked youth, he wasn't even worth the trouble.

'Fine be as arrogant as you want you bastard, if at least two of my subordinates come here, you'll all be done!', he inwardly swore, as he endured the humiliation of not daring to attack his enemy even if it was slowly walking while showing its back to him.

The crowned prince on the other hand, did attack, he slashed his sword frontwards and a half moon ray of blue mana was shot frontwards.

"Booom!", his attack exploded even before it was able to reach Daimon's body, the crowned prince frowned, he looked at the origin of the interference and his eyes soon landed on the throne, more specifically on one of the beauties that was elegantly resting on it.

"Little sister, don't you think that helping an outsider instead of me, is a disgrace for our Clear Water kingdom?", asked the crowned prince, to the pretty girl who was aiming a fiddle at him.

It was Mellie the one who blocked the attack of Terry, by playing one of the strings of her fiddle, to produce a sonic explosion, that being said and though she blocked the crowned prince's attack, she lost the confrontation, because there were residues of the latter's mana that fell to the ground, producing a small current of water that slowly returned to Terry's side.

Those words weren't aimed just at Mellie, who Terry called "little sister" but to Daphne who was his real sister, if those two had joined him, then he was sure that they will be standing at his side in the throne room right now, and not only that he also glared at Tessa and Femi who also rejected his offer.

"I wonder, I'm also on the victor's team, which means the kingdom also wins, or at least the part that my sister represents does it", said Mellie, before she stopped paying attention to Terry, very much to the displease of the latter.

Daimon finally reached the throne and the girls made space for him to sit in the middle again, he is not a fan of drama and under normal circumstances he would have already been clashing with the last two opponents.

He only conceded Lance a duel-like 1v1 fight, because he was respect-worthy and also, he wanted to try out the new martial art he created for the global raid, but for these two he didn't have such consideration.

The only reason as to why he bothered to provoke them and not directly fight them, is because they are sword users and probably among the best in the young generation of the kingdom, which meant they were the perfect to achieve overscore in his mission.

In other words, he had to utterly destroy their swords in their best state, which if his calculations didn't fail him, required the guys that were about to enter the throne room, to participate with them.

The girls didn't even bother to ask, they fully trusted Daimon and if he was doing things this way, he must have a good reason, even Yvonne who as a strategist would have normally been scolding someone that dragged a fight on purpose, was simply smiling, since she was the one who won the rock, paper, scissors game earlier and so, she was sitting directly at Daimon's left, while Leslie and Liliana gave her envious gazes.

It was only a minute or so, but for Walford it was like an eternity in which he was being looked down by the silver haired guy who was carelessly sitting on the throne, as if he was a mere peasant.

This was the Minister's fault tough, since the room was set up so the throne was in an elevated position, he prepared it like that for his grandson, but things didn't go as he planned and now it became a source of humiliation instead.

Daimon looked at the gate from which people started appearing, from Walford's team four people arrived all from his Arcarius family, as for the side of the crowned prince, the three girls which were earlier sitting close to him as well as another three guys in other words six ninth star mages came to back him up.

One of the girls on Terry's side saw that there was someone else occupying the throne and she immediately casted a mist that hid, the crowned prince's team from the eyes of the others.

Naturally such a thing didn't work for Daimon who has the infinity eyes, but he limited to look through the mist, since he noticed Terry has been calm all this time, even after Lance was defeated which meant he had something on which to rely, something that made him stronger than Lance at least.

Inside of the mist the six teammates of the crowned prince approached him with apologetic expressions.

"Young master I'm sorry, we met Ezequiel and the young spear's subordinates on the way, so we were delayed", said one of the three girls.

Terry shook his head to interrupt her, each second that passed was another second he wasn't sitting on the throne, so it wasn't the time to chat.

"We'll discuss it later, use as much mana as you can to cast water, I'll handle the rest".

The six mages nodded with blind faith in their eyes, and then they all gathered around 90% percent of their leftover mana and started chanting, they all had water affinity and while they focused on different things, by Terry's petition they all mastered the ninth star spell "Strong Water Current".

The previous took a moment to explain but it happened in less than thirty seconds, the mist casted previously to hide them from Daimon, was suddenly dispersed and a huge tide of water flooded the throne room, naturally the place was too big for anyone who wasn't an Arch ranked to fully fill it with water, but it still created a water level of a couple of meters.

Daimon then saw all that water being pulled towards the right side of the room where the crowned prince was standing earlier, until it took the form of a huge wave.

"I'm sorry for the wait, but this is a spell I can't cast by myself currently, what a strike of good luck that my opponent is a battle maniac like Lance, this time", said the crowned prince as he came out of the huge wave.

The water parted way to let him walk out of it, he was perfectly dry despite the fact that he was inside of a flood a second ago, as for his teammates they willingly retired from the tournament to not get in the way of the crowned prince.

"Oh, so those three were part of your family, so you have an easier time controlling their water, since it's similar to yours", boringly said Daimon as he jumped out of the throne.

Terry finally showed a reaction, he was surprised that his secret technique was seen though, those three girls were from a secondary branch of the Malleus, and this amount of water was under his control in part because their mana was willing to be manipulated by him.

An effect he discovered was thanks to the mix of the main branch's lineage of the Malleus as well as the blood of the royal family, which coursed through his veins, not even hos father the king knew about this as it was one of his trump cards and yet it was so easily seen through by the silver haired guy.

"I consider myself a patient person... but I have to say you are starting to get into my nerves", coldly said the crowned prince, his blue eyes shone in a dangerous light, since when a nobody dared to stand in his way to glory, he thought.

Daimon smirked, the gentle and composed little prince was finally starting to show his true colors, unfortunately he had no interest on it, whether he was a saint or a devil, the result will be the same a crushing defeat by his hands.

"Well, since you are using a team spell, I should do the same", said Daimon, which made Leslie, Aisha and Jasmine smile, since he was currently "Gabriel" only they with fire and lightning and light affinities fitted for the task of using a team spell with Daimon, in the team.

Yvonne pouted she knows that Daimon mostly uses darkness element when he uses spells, so she was out of consideration for the current fight, while Liliana sighed, Daimon has admitted to have basically all affinities but she hasn't seen him use an ice spell up to the day.

'I'll ask him to later', she thought.