Chapter 152: Tip of the Iceberg (7)
To Keter, the Sword of the South Tournament wasn’t a tense battlefield; it was a form of entertainment. A true battle, in his view, was where pride and conviction clashed. Death wasn’t the end, just part of the process.
But this tournament forbade killing. There were rules, meaning it wasn’t his kind of fight. Sure, he could still go all-out for fun, but that was only fun if his opponents were strong enough. Mere three or four-star knights weren’t enough to stimulate him. Still, Keter wasn’t the type to sulk or treat the tournament half-heartedly.
Might as well enjoy it. That’s why I came, isn’t it?
To make it more entertaining and ensure his toys didn’t break too quickly, he had intentionally used up all his aura with Heavenly Rain of Exploding Fire to grab everyone's attention. He worried the others might back down in fear of his divinity, but thankfully, they all came charging.
That was when Keter began to truly enjoy himself. He used only his naturally recovering aura to fight. He treated the no-killing penalty as a training constraint.
Fighting this many people and not killing a single one... that’s harder than killing them all.
If he treated it as a training session, Keter could still have fun. Still, he felt something lacking, especially with Henya and Pashian.
Those two could be serious threats with a bit more polishing.
As the battle descended into chaos, Keter found his comfort. Amid the confusion, he calmly observed Henya and Pashian’s swordsmanship and footwork.
Hm, I see both their flaws more or less.
Fwoosh!
Keter suddenly closed the distance to Pashian. He didn’t flinch and calmly launched a flurry of attacks, but...