John Jones
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Grizzling bells that tolled away the mark of her death. She was standing choked without hands strangling her neck. The power of the glare was felt even by the others, especially for the alchemists. The whole seventh floor seemed to be under Assid's mercy with his bladeless weapon. (What enormous killing intent!) thought Mavis as his goosebumps ready to pluck itself out of his skin. (TH-THis is?!) Azleid couldn't believe it. His soul was not able to withstand the killing intent that was permeating out…
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"Who is that?" "An azure cloak alchemist? How did he get here?" The others participants of the auction were also looking at the entrance of the last floor. With those three young prodigies paying their gaze upon the place, there was no way they could beat their own curiosity. However, it was an unknown youth, an unknown, alchemist. Lyon was standing behind the last barrier with his eyes straight looking at Ning. His sharp eyes deterred her quivered glance instantaneously. (Impossible!) screamed Ning…
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Ning of Red Lotus. The woman had arrived on the sacred seventh floor with a bit of scorn on her face. "Ah, Miss Ning, it is nice to meet you again," said the black alchemist that was attending the seventh floor as he pranced to her. His eyebrows rose as he noticed her blatant emotion. He lowered his tone to a concern and said, "Is something the matter, Miss Ning?" Ning furrowed her brows before she pointed at him, "You should take better care of your students! How dare a nobody like him, just…
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The second floor was left dumbfounded. The onlookers were indeed expecting something like that to happen, but they never thought that Lyon would go upstairs. One of the cultivators gulped with his figure palpitating. He nervously looked to his side only to find that the others were having the same anxiety in their eyes. They all nervously looked up to the ceiling. Something will happen, and they were all worried if they would also get dragged along with it. "I-I'm not going to stay here! You all…
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Hilde creased her forehead as she furrowed her brows. She looked at Lyon calmly walked to the First Hall leisurely. His nonchalant bearing had always been one of his greatest traits. However, the one that knew what the smirk meant was far and few. (What is he up to…) Hilde's heart raced as they arrived at the First Hall. Everyone immediately turned their heads. Some of them recognized the youth, and some were not there yesterday. "Azure… cloak?" one of the cultivators raised his brows. "He…
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"He would refuse?" Anna muttered. The headmaster sighed as he nodded. "He has the ability to refuse. Even though he is young, his character is supremely powerful." "Supremely powerful?" Anna raised her brows before she smiled wryly. "Headmaster, I know that he is incredible, but you don't have to overrate him that far." The headmaster chuckled before he shook his head. "I hope that I am—overrating him." "Huh…" Anna raised her brows. "Have you met him before, Anna?" asked the headmaster. "Briefly,…
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Lyon crossed his arms. He looked at the field down with Renduval waiting for his turn. His brows furrowed before he turned, "Why is no one waking me up?" Cecile chuckled. "We were about to, but you were already here." "Really?" Lyon squinted his eyes. "Why is no one paying it upfront for me then?" "They won't accept it," said Lumina as she shook her head, "We tried giving the receptionist the money but they crossed their forearms at us." "Oh," Lyon raised his brows. "Well, can't blame you for that. I…
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A part of the cauldron fell—face-up under the view of the spectators. Everyone was stupefied—some mortified. Lyon's way of alchemy was something that they had never seen before. The soul flame normally rested under the cauldron because it was easier to control the heat necessary through a medium. However, his soul flame jumped into the cauldron instead of resting below. "What is going on…" "Why did he put it inside?" "Why doesn't the cauldron explode..?" Everyone was questioning the very…
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An alchemist was someone that was able to concoct pills out of the ingredients provided. However, the level of mastery of an alchemist was determined by how pure the pill he or she concocted. "Why is there no demonstration this time?" asked one of the crowd. "If Renduval showed them how to do it, then they could do it as well?" answered another. "Is that an answer?" "It's a guess." "Meh, fine I guess, I'll take it." Meanwhile, on the field, the two rookies were palpitating without even making an…
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However, Lyon's laughter was met with another dead silence. "Why is he laughing?" asked Porealus. "What is he talking about?" "I see, he must have seen something that we can not comprehend! Truly amazing!" said Zet as he nodded proudly. Porealus twitched his mouth as he heard what Zet's said. (Damn fanboy!). "I don't know, but I think that it was a dirty joke," muttered Cecile before she chuckled. "He always has a perverse thought in any situation." Kesya sighed. "It was the only thing keeping him…
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