The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse

Chapter 1247: The Blood Tournament

Planet Yahmir is quite beautiful.

Although it is a Rogue Planet where the scum of the universe gathers, it is surprisingly among the top three most beautiful planets Klaus had seen so far.

It is very large, much larger than Mechalon, the Cybernetic humans’ world, where Klaus first arrived after leaving Earth.

Most of the cities are floating in the clouds. Of course, there are land cities too; however, most criminals prefer to stay in the floating cities.

Not to be blamed, but even criminals have an appeal for fancy living.

The tournament will be happening in ASTRYON – City of Endless Thunder. It is the largest floating city on Planet Yahmir.

Klaus didn’t know if this was a blessing in disguise. His lightning abilities when near thunder become much more powerful.

In fact, after he reached the Empyrean stage, his elemental abilities had reached the law stage. This means he can harness the lightning much more now.

Of course, he had lived long enough to know that on a Rogue Planet, being flashy and showing off is a bad thing to do.

He has, in the past, frequented many Rogue Planets, since everyone on them is a criminal. He knew the rules of the Rogue worlds, and so, he must walk by them.

So he will play it cool and get what he wants.

Angering some terrifying Immortals, and even demigods, isn’t why he came to this place.

He quickly made his way toward the floating city while Maud decided to explore the rogue planet some more to see if she would find something she liked.

Klaus didn’t mind.

He promised to activate the merge when he needed it, so since that was handled and Maud knew he would indeed merge with him, she quickly left.

Klaus likes to see her explore life, unlike just sitting and following him wherever he goes. Having a life of her own is good.

Klaus also had to disguise his appearance, since Blood Sword is not white-haired but red-haired. Thankfully, he only needed to activate his Vampire bloodline and take on the appearance of Magnus.

This will also create the perfect identity for him. Whenever he wants to do something criminal, he can always take on his vampire form. Of course, he made himself appear human. This is to allow him to blend in easily.

After flying on his sword for a few minutes, he arrived in front of a large arena where he could hear the sound of thousands of people shouting, chanting, and cursing.

He quickly approached the entrance, where two True immortals stood guard.

”Black Belt,” Klaus said the secret password.

The two guards at the door nodded and opened a small door for him. ”Be quick, the tournament is about to start.”

Klaus nodded and entered the door. Once he left, the guards sneered... ”An Empyrean dares to join a battle between Immortals. What a loser.”

”Don’t judge too quickly, Livy. He wouldn’t join the tournament if he were weak or lacked the required reputation.”

”I know, just that he is the only mortal among the 64 warriors taking part in the competition.”

”Let’s focus on our job and leave him be.”

They kept quiet and continued to man their post.

Meanwhile, Klaus entered a large hallway. He walked toward a large room where he sensed 63 people.

After a few more seconds, he entered the room.

All eyes turned toward him the moment he stepped into the room.

Klaus ignored them and walked toward an empty seat. However, before he could sit down, a man lifted his leg and placed it on the chair.

”Why don’t you bow first. Mortals should be respectful toward us Immortals.”

Klaus turned and looked at him, and then pushed his leg off the chair and sat down.

The air suddenly turned cold.

A shadow fell on him, causing Klaus to lift his head and look at him. Then he looked away, not even minding to give the bastard who wanted to look for trouble with him his attention.

The Immortal became pissed.

However, before he could do anything, a voice came from the Arena, stopping him.

He gritted his teeth and said. ”Pray we don’t meet in the arena.”

Klaus smirked, ”Only one of us will be walking out alive, so we will meet. Of course, since your brain is too small, let me spell it out for you. There are 64 of us. After the first battle, 32 will remain. Then, after the second battle, 16 will remain.

Then 8, 4 and finally two. So while you can calculate well, know that regardless of the rotation, we will meet. Just dont kick the bucket early before meeting me. I would love to sever a few limbs and drive an ice spear through your asshole, freezing you from the inside.”

Klaus turned away and focused on the screen showing the matchups. The arena is large enough to handle eight matches at once, and since he knew he would be fighting early, he started focusing on that.

As for the Immortal, he was left standing – embarrassed and raging with fury.

Klaus had embarrassed him, and since there is no fighting in the locker room, he could only swallow his anger and wait for when he would be meeting Klaus.

The paragon already knew the rules.

This is a death match.

The only way one walks out is by being the winner. However, despite the deadly nature of the affair, there can be no battles before the main event. Klaus knew this, so he made sure everybody hated him before the competition started.

This was to ensure they go all out. He failed to see the limit of his abilities in the missions he had completed so far, so he wanted to use this battle to check.

Of course, even if he loses, he will not die.

Klaus had already made plans for that.

Immortals aren’t weaklings after all.

Inside the arena, a man walked to the stage, holding a mic. Cheers from both those in attendance and those watching on the Uniweb filled the space.

”Everybody, welcome to this week’s Blood Tournament. I am Gravy, and I will be your host for today. As you already know, there can be only one winner, and all 63 Immortal souls will be claimed by The Black Tempest Cartel.

So stake your bets and cheer for yet again, another bloodbath between men with spines.”

Cheers erupted yet again, showing how demented these people are. Klaus, who was listening from inside the locker room, shook his head, knowing the underworld had always been this chaotic since the primordial era.

Of course, they branded themselves as criminals, but the true criminals are hidden in higher offices in the heavenly court.

”However, this week, we have a brave mortal with a stellar résumé joining us. Personally, I don’t think he will last a single match, but to make things fun, cheer him on when he comes out.

After all, he will be facing Korvath Drayjin, the Thunder Mauler himself.”

Cheers erupted again.

”Now, without further ado, let the first eight matches start.”

The moment he said that, the matchups appeared, and Klaus would be fighting in the 6th Arena. Before he even stood up, a masked figure sitting across from him pointed at him and then gave him the thumbs down.

Klaus shrugged and stood up.

He then walked toward the entrance and walked into the vast arena. He quickly located the 6th Arena and flew toward it. His opponent had already teleported inside, wasting precious energy.

After 3 seconds, Klaus landed in the arena.

His opponent, a massive, muscular man covered in glowing lightning-shaped tattoos, stood casting an imposing shadow. He wore a gauntlet that was crackling with lightning.

The moment Klaus stepped into the arena, he was ready to fight. Klaus just stood there, watching him.

Suddenly, an orb flew into the arena and lit up red.

Three seconds later, it lit up blue.

Then it turned green.

”Bbzzzzzzzz”

Lightning surged out of Korvath’s body, and he exploded forward, aiming a fist at Klaus.