Mixed Blessing System

In the second round of this 8th platform, the referee no longer informed the competitors of what the test was like since it was in the same format as the first round.

Thus, when Lothur and his opponent faced each other on that platform, they merely greeted each other before the match referee allowed them to begin their formations.

Along with the silence in the surroundings, Lothur sat in front of his Bronze-grade formations flags, again attracting angry glances from Cedric, who had given such a thing to him.

When he looked over to his opponent\'s side to spy on what such a person was doing, Lothur immediately noticed something wrong in such a person\'s attitude.

His opponent was beginning to prepare his flags, as was he. But this person seemed to have part of his attention focused on the blades hidden in his clothes, some of them in his sleeves.

Lothur saw all this and the poison vials that such a person had with him, quickly noticing that this opponent was no ordinary person.

\'Is this guy intending something against me?\' His eyes sharpened as he remembered that this test had no rules preventing a competitor from hindering their opponent.

He then asked. "What was your name again? Noacky?"

"It\'s Eugen Noack!" Kai\'s man said as he looked a little annoyed at Lothur for this fellow\'s mistake.

"Oh? Good to know..." Lothur turned his attention back to his flags, marking the name of this family on his blacklist.

He was not the type who would advocate the destruction of an organization without horrifying things happening.

But cutting off relations or excluding and pressuring powers that had already acted against him even minimally were things he did not consider overreaching. So, if Eugen were going to use those things against him as he suspected, Lothur would not let it go cheap!

Then, while Eugen was a bit confused as to why Lothur was asking his name after hearing it a few seconds ago, he turned his attention back to his plans.

\'You are very good at formations, but can you defend yourself from blade and poison attacks while working?\' He smiled as he began to inscribe his rules into one of his formations.

And with that, as time slowly began to pass, Eugen made his first attack!

As everyone was paying attention to how Lothur was inscribing his inscriptions, Eugen quickly moved with one of his hands, striking his opponent\'s back.

Swooish!

A small blade, the size of a needle, flew quickly towards Lothur\'s back while the strongest people in the vicinity noticed Eugen\'s dirty blow.

Unfortunately for Eugen, Lothur was a tailor, and his clothes were not ordinary. Because of this, nothing much happened when the thrown blade was about to disrupt the silver-haired young man\'s concentration.

The blade just slammed against the strengthened fabric of Lothur\'s clothes, and after a second, it fell to the ground as if it had hit a steel wall.

\'Idiot!\'

\'My clothes greatly lessen the damage inflicted by ordinary weapons, and my Constitution is already stronger than that of someone at the 1st Revolution! So you think a mere level 9 cultivator can hurt me?\' Lothur glanced at Eugen, calm as if nothing had happened.

All he had felt was the sensation of having hair pulled out by tweezers. So he continued his work, making a proper offensive formation to finish his opponent.

\'But you will feel the drama of attempting such a low move in a few moments!\' Lothur clenched his teeth against each other in determination to teach that fellow a lesson.

At the same time, while the audience in the surrounding area was surprised that Lothur did not even move after Eugen\'s blow hit him, this individual had an ugly expression on his face.

\'Bastard!\'

\'Using artifacts to protect yourself is the coward\'s way!\' He inscribed a few more lines of code into his defensive formation as he prepared to hurl poison in Lothur\'s direction.

\'Let\'s see what you do now...\'

\'You can defend yourself against blades, but what about something that is in the air itself?\' He smiled as he opened a vial that was inside his clothes.

The moment Eugen did that, the match referee immediately raised the defenses of that platform and turned away from the two, feeling that poison.

Such a substance was not enough to endanger him, a 2nd stage cultivator. But it was enough to cause some annoying problems that he sincerely preferred to avoid.

So this person soon turned away from the two, looking at Lothur with curiosity to see how the favorite of this match would handle this situation.

Formation masters were like any other professionals in this world. They were helpful as long as they were able to fulfill their responsibilities. But situations like the current one could also happen, and it was the formation master\'s ultimate responsibility to ensure his survival and completion of the job.

Because of this, circumstances like this were not prohibited in this competition, and everyone just watched as Eugen used such a less honest means to defeat his opponent.

Unfortunately for Eugen, Kai, and everyone else who wished for Lothur\'s defeat, nothing happened when the bluish gas covered the entire area where those two were.

[Poisonous substance detected...]

[The poison was neutralized.]

[Resistance to Iron-grade poisons.]

[Progress: 73%]

Lothur looked at the system\'s message boxes and smiled, pleased that Eugen was helping him improve this feature a bit...

Meanwhile, Kai\'s face was even darker than it was at the end of the other round, feeling frustrated by his apparent defeat to Lothur.

\'Damn it! What\'s going on? Don\'t tell me he drank a generic poison antidote before climbing the combat platform?\' He wondered, finding the situation strange.

The fact that Eugen\'s blade attack had failed was not that impressive since it was common for some people to wear clothes with defensive features. But drinking poison antidote was not a frequent occurrence unless one already knew that one would be in a poisonous area.

So he could not help but wonder and feel a bad sensation.

"Let\'s go!" He rose from his seat and ordered his subordinate. "Let\'s get our remaining competitors ready. There\'s no point in continuing to watch this. That bastard is going to win!"

"Yes, boss!"

The two departed that area as the match time was nearing its end, and Eugen was sweating in anticipation, both for his failures and the moment of confrontation.

When the match referee signaled the end of time and time for them to test their formations, Lothur gave his opponent no chance to do anything and threw his offensive item at him.

Just like that, a black ball flew in a parabolic trajectory across that circular platform, quickly approaching Eugen, who ran to use his defensive shield above his body.

When the ball was a meter above Eugen\'s blue shield, instead of exploding as he thought it would, white lightning came from it!

Ka-boom!

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