《God's Eyes 》Chapter 545: Loot
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"I guess I won!"
Jason was simply stating what had happened even though the result was obvious.
If he'd wanted to kill Jarid, he wouldn't have reduced Byakur's length at the crucial moment, let alone extinguished Solaris' flames that would have burned through Jarid.
Despite his skin being covered in burns and boils all over, Jarid could only grit his teeth and accept the bitter truth.
"I think I have to thank you for not killing me...you had three chances to take my life but you decided to hold yourself back every single time...Thank you, I will remember that!"
Instead of replying verbally, Jason simply shrugged his shoulders. He was about to leave when he remembered something he had wanted to say.
"Even though you lost today, do not be disheartened. My situation is quite unique which made my victory possible. Your talent is enormous. I've already said it before, but you should believe in yourself and stand up after being defeated.
Today, I didn't kill you in our first clash let alone the second encounter we had, but others won't show any mercy.
It is good to focus on your thunder affinity, but you should learn to be able to fight without it too, otherwise you will always have a disadvantage if someone with a weakening curse is around you!"
After that, Jason simply left.
He had many things to do, and his muscles were sore.
Having fought a total of 50 battles within two days had paid off because he had won his bet.
Not only that, but a winning streak of 50 rounds rewarded him with the permission ticket to enter the world bridge that would lead him towards the broken world.
This was what he'd aimed for all along, and there was no way that he would waste this opportunity.
Ignoring the commotion he had caused with the fight, Jason glanced at the receptionist who was still standing on the elevation.
She was frozen in place, staring blankly at the young man whom she and the colosseum's manager had grossly underestimated.
Earlier, both had assumed that the Olympians were more than enough to handle Jason.
However after the 40th round it had been quite obvious that the man behind the silver dragon mask was exceedingly powerful!
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Nevertheless, the chances that Jarid would lose were still low as per everybody else including the receptionist and the manager.
He was the most talented Olympian after all and only a few members of the younger generation were as talented, or even more talented than him.
Most of them were also older to him and had already unleashed their entire potential which was not the case for Jarid.
Never had there been a need for him to use every single trick to fight someone because he hadn't met a being as strong as Jason.
His body was still not strong enough to fully endure the unique thunder constitution he had been gifted with at birth.
Because of that his potential had forcefully been reduced by sealing his constitution with a multitude of seals.
In the end, Jarid could only break through one of them without tearing himself apart.
Though Jason could see a lot through his Emperor Eyes, not everything was clear enough to be perceived perfectly.
As such, he could only tell that Jarid had been unable to use the unique constitution in its entirety.
Once he had exited the arena, he walked towards the reception where only a small number of the initial staff members had stayed back.
They had been watching his battle, and were just about to return when they saw the man with the silver dragon mask requesting to retrieve his equipment in addition to his rewards.
"I-I'm sorry sir, I have yet to receive the official notification of your victory in the 50th battle...p-p-please wait a moment!"
Jason noticed that the young woman he had asked for his stuff had a pale face, and she was seemingly afraid to talk to him.
This caused Jason to take a look at himself but he noticed that nothing had changed about his appearance.
Everything was as it had been before and he had even placed Byakur back in his bracelet.
Thus, he could only scratch the back of his head, not knowing about what was going on.
"Alright!"
Waiting for a few minutes wouldn't make a drastic difference, and the only reason he had wanted to leave the combat arena was to avoid being bothered by others.
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If Jason were to know that the colosseum's staff had assumed that he would be killed by Olympian Jarid or at least heavily injured, he would have understood the reason behind their terrified looks instantly.
Not only had almost everyone witnessed his fight with Jarid had already started, but also seen that he was completely unscathed and didn't even have a minor scratch.
As such, something must have happened, and if the young receptionist's assumption was not completely wrong, the man in front of her must be extremely powerful and more talented than anyone she had ever seen!
She now feared that antagonizing him could very well mean endangering her life.
As such, the young receptionist realised that she had to be exceedingly careful because her life was something she held dearly.
The more time passed, the more nervous she became, while Jason merely drummed his fingers on the reception counter with a bored expression.
Wanting to do something productive, Jason entered his soul world through his mind to take a look at his soulbonds.
This had become some sort of ritual for him since a few months already. Not only were his soulbonds a part of himself, and his family, but also extremely important to increase his strength further.
Either of these reasons was already enough for Jason to pay attention to his soulbonds, but the fact that he saw them as his family was the most important which was directly connected to the last point!
The stronger his bond with each soulbond was, the better was Jason's ability to manifest their body parts, and move them around in his mana core.
Likewise, he also improved the speed and accuracy of utilising their affinity.
As such, with a firm soul bond it was less likely for his family to be injured or die as long as he was around to protect them!
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When the female receptionist, who had been in charge of Jason since the beginning regained her senses, she noted that Jason was not in the arena anymore.
Perplexed that she might have offended him in some way, she quickly asked the olympians around her, who had been busy staring at their idol, Jarid, in shock.
"Huh, the man with the silver dragon mask? He went inside, and is probably currently retrieving the equipment he had betted in addition to getting the rewards he was promised."
This worsened her dread and the young female receptionist rushed back to the reception without being able to digest what exactly had happened during the last few minutes.
The entire battle had been chaotic to look at, but at the same time the fact that the man with the silver dragon mask was just at the peak of the 1st Lique stage was terrifying.
Jarid might have lost, but it looked like he had gained a lot from the final clash.
Turning around, she rushed towards the reception, where she saw that Jason was standing around, patiently waiting for someone to acknowledge that he had defeated Jarid.
It took much longer than Jason expected, but when he sensed the mana fluctuations of the female receptionist who had taken care of his bet two days ago, he turned towards her.
She seemed to be distressed and quickly rushed towards him,
"Sir, I'm so sorry for making you wait! We will immediately return your goods and the promised rewards. The reward we hand out will consist of all kinds of items, and we won't barter.
Thus, if Sir wants to exchange goods, the trading market right next to the colosseum will be the perfect place!
As for the permission ticket for the broken world, I will immediately take care of that!!"
Jason didn't even have to say anything because the female receptionist was blurting out everything at once.
He had been a little bit annoyed to have been kept waiting for more than ten minutes as more and more people were approaching him, but Jason couldn't help but laugh when he saw how flustered the receptionist was.
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