D.E.M.O.N.S: Getting Summoned Weekly isn't so Bad

1037 Chapter 1037 THE GRAND FINALE (Part 1?)

Bodeir and Feng walked slowly up the stairs to the arena, taking some care to match paces with each other. The announcer in the background was shouting once again. “THE GRAND FINAL IS HERE LADIES AND GENTLEMAN. BODEIR, THE MOUNTAIN SHAKER SECT HEIR, VERSUS, FENG, ONE OF THE TWIN HEIRS OF THE HOLY ICY WIND SECT. THERE IS NO NEED FOR THEATRICS THIS TIME. OUR COMPETITORS HAVE SHOWN THEIR METAL. NOW THERE IS JUST THE MATTER OF PROVING THEMSELVES TO BE THE BEST!”

Bodeir and Feng faced off against each other. The announcer threw a gold orb to both of them, making sure to top them both up with qi. Feng seemed to breathe easier after the infusion of spirit, but Bodeir hardly reacted, simply giving the announcer a slight nod. “DO OUR COMPETITORS HAVE ANY WORDS THEY’D LIKE TO SHARE BEFORE THE FINAL FIGHT?”

Bodeir shook his head, and Feng, seeing that, shook his head as well. “I SEE WE’VE GOT TWO MEN THAT WOULD RATHER SPEAK WITH THEIR FISTS! EXCELLENT. WITH THAT DECISION, I DO SO DECLARE THE FINAL MATCH… BEGUN!”

Both fighters reacted instantly. Feng charged forward, daggers glowing a bright blue while Bodeir remained in place, but he summoned up a coating of stone from the floor. This caused Feng to stall in place, just out of Bodeir’s range. If Bodeir was going to ‘waste’ qi on armour that wasn’t necessary at that moment, Feng wasn’t going to stop him. He would happily take the qi advantage.

Bodeir, seeing this charge stop, simply dropped into a meditation pose. Right there, on the ground, baiting Feng to charge in. Feng wasn’t willing to take the bait in this case, and sheathed his daggers, sitting down opposite Bodeir and mimicking his pose. Feng was doing just that, mimicking his opponent, he was still keeping his focus trained on Bodeir and wasn’t risking himself by taking in larger amounts of qi… but he was technically gaining qi, slowly.

Bodeir on the other hand, actually was meditating. He was taking in as much qi as he could while remaining unnoticed and channelling that qi into the ground below him. Suffusing it with his power. For the audience, especially those unattuned to qi, this turned into a very boring five minutes. Bodeir kept his trick up, and Feng was too busy watching for Bodeir attacking. The constant flow of qi to the rock armour covering Bodeir was also a good way to disguise the fact that a lot of the qi was being dispersed.

Things finally happened when Bodeir’s qi had infused the rock all the way up to Feng himself, where it became blindingly obvious what Bodeir had been doing. Feng’s eyes widened as he launched himself towards Bodeir, flinging himself feet first with his arms towards Bodeir’s face. It was a rushed move on his part, but he wanted to do everything he could to interrupt Bodeir as faced as possible.

In this case it paid off. Just as Feng had been too focused on watching with his eyes, Bodeir, by necessity, was focused on channelling his qi. He didn’t react until Feng’s boots smacked into his face, sending Bodeir’s head rocking backwards and disrupting his concentration. The abundance of qi tried to escape, but Bodeir was able to channel it instead into his rock armour, causing it to explode off of him, forcing the two contestants apart.

Bodeir groaned as he stood up. The explosion hadn’t been kind to him either, and he’d just been struck in the forehead. He was lucky to have such a hard head, and Feng hadn’t struck any of the softer areas of Bodeir’s skull. That being said, the rock had exploded into pieces on his body, and it was pockmarked with bruises. For Bodeir, it was a minor thing and he just sped up his healing a bit to remove the pain entirely. He was full on qi, and for bruises this was a minor concession.

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Feng wasn’t quite so lucky. His legs had been over Bodeir’s body, as his feet and boots had pushed Bodeir’s head back. This meant that while some of the rocks had been stopped by the boots, there were quite a few that had lodged themselves into Feng’s flesh a bit above his boots. Feng winced, but didn’t think he had the time to reach down and pull them out. So instead, he had to focus on healing, with the rocks still there. It took a lot more qi to push them out as part of the healing, but he thought the risk worth it. He wasn’t so far from Bodeir he could afford dropping his guard like that.