Chapter 2591 Finished?
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"Finished?"
The sudden voice that wasn't amongst the ten Council Members caught many off guard. It wasn't like there was a rule against speaking, but at this point, the only people that they weren't allowed to offend were these ten, or else they would be playing with the lives of not just themselves, but their families, their friends, their entire worlds...
"Good." Leonel nodded when he didn't receive a response aside from sneers and gazes of derision.
Then, he suddenly vanished.
The ten Council Members couldn't react before Rhangyl's throat was suddenly in Leonel's palms.
BOOM!
Leonel drove the Spiritual Prince back with such speed and ferocity that lines of buildings were destroyed and a deep trench was dug into the hard, cobblestoned roads.
The eyes of several individuals widened considerably, but at this point, the only thing most could see was Leonel's tall back as he ripped something out of Rhangyl's hands.
Rhangyl's expression was entirely ice-cold. If Leonel could hand the man anything, it was the man's calmness. However, if it was a competition of stoicism, he was far outside his depth. And nothing in that cold gaze was able to stop Leonel from taking the key from his hands.
Leonel had simply moved too fast. It wasn't just that he moved so quickly, but also that his Dream Force warped their senses, making them think he was still standing still when he very much wasn't.
The rule on the restriction of Dream Force had just been explained and had yet to be enforced, and it had cost them.
"Taking the key will do nothing for you," Rhangyl said coldly as he stood to his feet.
Leonel twirled the key in his fingers.
"Show me something more," Leonel said calmly. "You were so strong and mighty when I wasn't there, what is the mighty Spiritual Prince going to do now?"
Despite the blow to his gut, Rhangyl's body reacted much more like metal than flesh and bone. His fair skin, radiating hints of gold, looked far more like a metal that had just been tempered by steel than flesh that had just been burnt.
Rhangyl coughed again, slowly standing.
He looked back toward the Council Members who had only sent out a superficial attack until just now and didn't seem eager to do much of anything else.
The reason he had said that Leonel could do nothing was that the rules were already set in stone the moment they had spoken them. In order to change any rules, you needed the same stamp of approval that the rule itself had initially gotten. Meaning... unanimous.
So, unless Leonel was planning on fighting ten of the strongest geniuses beneath the Demi-God level all alone, it was a pipe dream.
Even if he had the strength, whether he could actually accomplish it was up in the air because there was no way he'd have to just fight the ten of them, not to mention the variable of the keys itself.
He knew why Leonel had taken the Key. Without the resonance of all ten, the enforcement of the rules was impossible. So, despite the fact he had clearly already broken several rules, they still couldn't kick him out yet.
This left them in a stalemate, one that could easily be fixed by a few orders from each one of them.
And yet they didn't do it.
Rhangyl obviously didn't have the same level of station as the others, and even Leonel seemed to be more toying with him than taking him seriously. Leonel wanted him to be steeped in humiliation and die with shame, much the same as he had once done to the Morales.
With a look of indifference, Rhangyl met Leonel's tranquil gaze. Despite being targeted by so many large powers, the man didn't seem moved in the slightest. Against the entire world, he was equally as unmoved.
"I'm going to enjoy killing you," Rhangyl finally said something different from his usual indifference, the elements in the sky shaking as though in reverence of someone...
That someone being Rhangyl himself.
Ten points of light shone from beneath his skin.