Chapter 762: Final of the Tournament of Destiny
Shock, awe, and confusion assaulted the eyes of every Viking watching the battle as they saw Mika’s body crash against the arena wall, his chest shattered by Freya’s devastating blow.
Freya was powerful—incredibly so for a Sage—and she had demonstrated overwhelming might and skill with that demonic mace. But even so, it made no sense to the crowd that she could beat Mika so easily.
Even Freya herself was caught off guard. She had expected a fierce, drawn-out clash—had been prepared to trade blows and even take damage if it meant defeating Mika in a single decisive exchange. Yet the battle had ended far more quickly, and far more decisively, than she had anticipated.
Only the super powerhouses seated in the high podiums sensed the faint, ethereal disturbance that had swept across the battlefield at the moment the fight began. It had been fast, subtle, and hidden—so fleeting that even they had failed to pinpoint its source.
Still, they exchanged silent, knowing glances, softly nodding to themselves. They were powerful enough to recognize that someone—or something—had subtly assisted Freya, tipping the scales in her favor. Yet there was no evidence, no concrete proof, and given the blatant injustice Freya had suffered throughout the tournament, none of them had the will to call it out.
Of course, Earl Octavio did not share their sentiment. His face was a mask of fury, but he was powerless to act without proof. If he dared to accuse Freya of cheating now, with no evidence, he would only become a laughingstock—a fool grasping at shadows.
Freya, for her part, felt a flicker of warmth in her heart as she glanced briefly at the stands.
Still, she didn’t dare lose focus. Not even for a second.
Without hesitation, she moved—closing the distance between herself and Mika in a flash, her black mace raised high. Killing intent blazed in her eyes, a silent declaration that if he refused to surrender, she would not hesitate to end him.
Mika stared at her, breathing hard. After a long, tense moment, he sighed heavily and nodded.
"I give up," he muttered, bowing his head.