Damned Healer

The entire crowd in the arena was stunned. That was, without a doubt, the most inconceivable and unbelievable scene they had ever witnessed in their lives. After all, everyone had seen Darian take a direct hit from the Black Sun and then get bombarded by a barrage of black spears...

That power was downright terrifying, something that came from his blessing being pushed to the limit. It could only come from a genius—a regular person with the same blessing wouldn’t even come close; he truly was worthy of being the heir of that family. He could easily kill someone with four rings, maybe even someone with five if their defenses were weak...

...so how the hell was Darian completely unharmed?!

Even the high-ranking military officers, wearing many rings, showed clear flashes of shock on their faces. Calling Darian just a "freak" seemed like a joke now.

"..."

Vanh stayed silent with a dark expression, feeling the same shock as everyone else. Darian was still alive, and his energy fluctuations were exactly the same as before—as if he hadn’t used up anything to heal himself.

Darian stared straight at Vanh and took a step forward... and that simple step made the stunned crowd’s hearts pound wildly.

This time, Vanh was genuinely afraid. He was finally starting to realize just how badly he had underestimated Darian’s strength. And at the same time, he was sure Darian was still hiding his real abilities.

"All you know how to do is talk big—can’t you do anything else?"

Everyone heard the little dragon above Darian’s head mock him.

Darian muttered as he walked forward slowly, "What a disappointment. I thought I’d at least get to fight seriously..."

The whole arena fell into a deathly silence. The two of them were now just fifteen meters apart, and the atmosphere was bone-chilling. Vanh frowned, his eyes wavering.