Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re)-Chapter 226: Impaling the Lackey

Third Person's POV

But soon, she melted in mere moments and surrendered under the heat of Ethan's kiss.

Ethan's grip around her waist tightened as he lifted her effortlessly from the ground as if he were claiming her before the entire pub.

Velcy crossed her arms and watched the scene with narrowed eyes as something unreadable flickered within their icy depths and she seemed to have decided on something.

Even the dark elf receptionist who had been standing quietly all this while behind the warden, gawked in disbelief at the couple's shamelessness.

Never in her wildest thoughts did she expect this young master Eryndor, who appeared so refined, enigmatic, handsome, and composed, to act in such a bold and unrestrained manner.

This act of his shattered all her assumptions and preconceived notions in an instant.

When Ethan finally pulled back, Virelle's cheeks which were visible through the veil's edge flushed a deep crimson and matched the hue of her eyes as she gasped softly.

She hurried to readjust her veil and cast Ethan a scolding look despite the subtle flicker of something warmer hidden in her gaze.

But Declan on the other hand seethed with rage and his fists trembled on his sides.

He had already started to consider Virelle as his sole property and seeing his future property in another man's arms angered him to the extreme.

As if their thoughts matched, Tyler cracked his knuckles impatiently.

Ethan licked his lips and started to grin.

"Just making sure she knows I will be back in one piece."

As the cheers slowly faded, Warden Leon clapped his hands lazily.

"To the arena, then."

The pub's floor shifted as hidden mechanisms revealed a sunken fighting pit in the center of the room.

It was surrounded by sharp iron bars and magical wards etched into the ground.

Ethan hopped down casually as he landed with a practiced ease and grace lacing his movements.

Across from him, Tyler descended with a thundering crash and cracked the stone beneath his feet.

As Tyler's giant eight-foot figure loomed, he grinned with savage anticipation, though Ethan's eyes remained calm and razor-sharp.

In the stands, Virelle looked at the scene calmly though she was a little anxious which was evident by her clenched fists.

Meanwhile, Velcy's fingers twitched beside her and she seemed ready to leap into action if needed.

Warden Leon's voice echoed through the chamber.

"Begin!"

Tyler tensed his muscles and he appeared ready to charge. He bent his body in a squatting position but Ethan's eyes narrowed as the expected lunge didn't come.

Instead, Tyler slammed his palms onto the ground, and within seconds, the surrounding air trembled as jagged slabs of gray rock emerged from the floor and encased his entire body in an armor of earth.

Ethan's brows lifted in mild amusement at this unexpected scene and a thought crossed his mind.

So, the charge was a feint? Clever. He is indeed cautious and seasoned like the crowd discussed among themselves earlier.

Despite me looking like a young and inexperienced man, he isn't underestimating me even a little.

This guy sure isn't your average thug.

Despite the imposing armor, Ethan's smirk deepened. He wasn't intimidated in the slightest but he was rather impressed.

Now fully clad in the stone plating, Tyler charged, this time for real.

His heavy footsteps cracked the ground with each step and midway through, he gripped the hilt of the colossal broadsword strapped to his back and hefted it high.

The adventurers who had wagered on Tyler roared in support and cheered for him in a cacophony of loud noises.

"Flatten him, Tyler!"

"Bash his skull!"

"Grind him to dust!"

Meanwhile, Virelle and Velcy remained quiet.

Despite the clear betting advantage, Virelle had placed two hundred high-tier lifeblood crystals on him.

She had tried to bet more, but the maximum cap had prevented her.

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The odds were heavily in Tyler's favor, with the pub setting them at five to one, it was four for Ethan and one for Tyler as they clearly expected Tyler to win.

But many disagreed with these odds and had bet on the mysterious young man who dared to mock and make an enemy out of the fearsome demon Declan.

Virelle gripped Velcy's hand tightly while her lips pressed into a thin line.

Ethan will be fine, she assured herself.

He is much much stronger than they can imagine.

Who are these nobodies Declan and Tyler in front of him when he had destroyed that avatar of that fearsome Void Nihility Demon in the Dark Forest that fateful night?

They are nothing.

Tyler let out a guttural roar as he leaped high and raised his rock-plated broad sword above his head.

With both hands gripping the weapon, he brought it crashing down on Ethan's head.

The crowd watched with anticipation but the expected bashing and the gory scene of flesh and blood flying didn't come.

Much to their shock, at the last moment, Ethan's body blurred and glided backward as if weightless.

His shadow stretched unnaturally behind him and took on a viscous, inky form.

Using his Shadow Spectral Movement technique, Ethan slid across the battlefield like a phantom as he avoided the sword's downward arc.

A thunderous impact shook the ground. Stone and dust erupted into the air and momentarily obscured Tyler's vision.

Ethan who had already dodged and taken himself out of the blast radius smirked.

Perfect. This is exactly what I wanted. This idiot had dug his own grave.

His body glowed faintly as many intricate dark blue vines and rose patterns shimmered under his black clothes.

The bluish-white roses and vines were absolutely beautiful and gorgeous but no one could witness that beautiful scene due to his shadow enchanted black clothes.

In an instant, frigid mist coalesced around his right hand.

From his crimson bracelet, a blood-red light surged into his fingers and gave a bloody red shade of color to the already forming blue ice spike.

Ethan's muscles bulged under his clothes and...