Chapter 593 The Tournament of Champions - First Round (19)

Chapter 593 The Tournament of Champions - First Round (19)

''Luna...?'' Isaac's eyes widened in shock. He felt an immense amount of anger. However, at the same time, confusion.

The player's avatar shouldn't feel pain without specially modifying the pain settings. Luna's pain settings were at zero. Ever since she was bedridden in the hospital, she had hated the pain.

Now, she was crying while holding her red shaded cheek. The audience, and everyone watching from the Four Seasons looked at the scene with confusion. Why was this happening to her?

At the Snowflower Residence, Luna's parents, and Marshall gathered in the living room to watch the match.

''L-Luna!'' Mariah shouted, her hands trembling as she covered her mouth.

''T-This bastard...'' Marshall's eyes turned crimson as rage filled every fiber of his being—like someone opened the faucet, and the rage in the form of water droplets poured down.

Sin tightened his fists. His eyes were ice-cold.

In Whitelock Residence.

Isabella, and Maxwell looked shocked. They knew better than anyone that feeling pain in the game shouldn't be possible. Only crazy maniacs who enjoy pain would open their pain settings. However, even then, it was far from a normal pain.

But now, Luna's screams echoed from the TV Screen. They were full of pain, and agony.

Sophia looked worried while holding a touchscreen phone in her left hand. She was texting with fellow Cult of White members.

Marvin's face paled as cold sweat poured down the side of his face, ''I-Isaac will kill him.''

In the arena.

Underlord grabbed Luna by her black hair, and smashed his fist into her face. Thwack. After the fist landed squarely on her face, Luna's eyes whitened. She looked like she was unconscious. But, her avatar didn't disappear.

''Not so easy." With a wave of his index finger, Underlord warped the reality, making it so that it wasn't possible for Luna's avatar to disappear. Cracking his knuckles, he raised his fist with a sickening grin.

Everyone watching felt nauseous. The ones that used to be Underlord's fans, felt like he wasn't the same person as they were used to seeing on their computer screens. He was now a demon spawn.

''You dare?!'' Isaac reached into his inventory, pulled out his sniper rifle, and pulled the trigger. BANG. The bullet flew over the audience.

However, when the bullet was about to reach the arena, a transparent barrier appeared in the way, and blocked it.

The heads turned towards Isaac, shocked to see him wielding a weapon.

''?!'' Isaac's eyes widened. The barrier wasn't there in the fight between Evelyn, and Noelle.

''Drop your weapon, mortal!'' An enraged godly voice echoed from the viewing stands.

Underlord's grin grew as he playfully waved toward Isaac. Then, he smashed his fist down on Luna's torso. Smack. After the fist landed, Luna woke up with a cry of pain.

''T-This fucker!'' With a rageful eyes, Isaac pulled the trigger. He used Pulverizer. The crimson beam flew out of the barrel, scorching through the air as it flew.

However, at that moment, a flame-bladed bident flew out of the viewing rooms, and blocked the crimson beam. The Pulverizer vanished. The bident slowly fell to the ground, right in front of the pale-faced man's boot.

''Mortal, did you not hear me?!'' The voice boomed across the air, causing Isaac to crash on his knees.

Isaac gritted his teeth, and tried to stand up. However, it felt like he was fighting against the world itself.

''Piss off!'' Isaac's voice, filled with hate, and resentment, echoed in the moon city. Everyone who knew Isaac, had never heard him in such a tone before. Usually, his voice was powerful, filled with confidence. But now, it was somewhat scary.

''You dare to speak to me like that, mortal?'' A figure flew out of the viewing room, and landed before Isaac. His attractive middle-aged face showed screaming rage. He was the Goddess Hades!

''T-This fool made Hades angry!'' The minor Gods, and Goddesses gulped, and hid in their viewing rooms.

''Get... out... of... my way!'' Isaac's knees slowly straightened while his bones rattled. Painfully, he managed to rise to his feet. As he looked the God straight in the eye, the bident suddenly flew into Hades' grasp. He stabbed it forth. The flame blade drilled straight through Isaac's torso.

''Ptui!'' Coughing blue blood, Isaac's Health Bar went straight to zero.

''Fool, hmph.'' Hades removed the bident from the white-haired man's body. As he turned to look away, he already forgot the mortal man's existence. He was about to leap back to his wife.

However, at that moment, the mortal grabbed him by his shoulder.

''?'' Hades turned back, and saw a pair of silvery eyes gazing back at him. There was something strange in the pupils—like they were snowflakes plucked from the snowy ground.

''Mortal, hands off me!'' Raising his bident, he was ready to reap the mortal's life.

''Ah!'' Another loud smack resounded in the arena. Followed that, cry of pain. Isaac, in his White Death form, turned to the arena, and saw a bloody cut going across her beaten face.

''AAAAAAH!'' Isaac, using his backhand, shoved Hades to the side, shocking everyone. Then, he leaped into the air, and smashed his fist into the barrier. However, as soon as he released his powerful punch, his wrist cracked. His hand broke.

Looking shocked, the barrier suddenly counter-attacked, and a powerful shockwave struck Isaac's body. His figure was flung over the arena, going through several walls before crashing on the ground, outside the arena.

''I-Isaac...'' Luna bit her lip, and touched the ground. She used the rest of her power to stand up. There was a cut on her forehead, which was bleeding with a warm bluish liquid.

''Hehe.'' Underlord enjoyed the scene. However, then he saw the beaten-up woman standing up. He sighed, and raised his hand again. This time, he planned to use deadly force.

Hades looked at his shoulder with annoyance. Then, he saw the fallen Mosin-Nagant sniper rifle, lying below his feet. As he reached his hand towards it, suddenly another hand appeared, and snatched the weapon before he could put his hands into it.

''Who?'' Hades' face turned slightly red. First, the white-haired man didn't respect him. Now, someone dared to pick an item he was interested in, ''Give it back to me.''

''Are you sure?'' Hearing the voice, Hades' eyes widened in shock. He saw a white-masked man looking at him with cold eyes. He held the Mosin-Nagant like it was a perfect fit for him.

''W-White Death?''

Simo shrugged him off, and turned to Underlord. He slowly positioned the barrel before him, and once Underlord was in his sights, he pulled the trigger.

BANG!