Perverted Otherworlder - Chapter 228 One Thing Wrong

The world seemed to be at a frozen state as they stared at one young man who brazenly held up her chin. To most, the beauty was untouchable and could only watch from afar, if fates, even permit such a feat.

Every word the crowd had in mind was stuck in their throat as they couldn’t utter a single sound out of their gaping mouths. Meanwhile, one group of the same uniform stood proudly with smiles on their faces. This was the one man they were waiting, the final member and the ace of their academy.

Sophia was dumbstruck as Argeon shook his head helplessly. He knew how much brazen this guy was but he didn’t expect that his thought would come true. Despite being late, he greeted the most beautiful woman in the Colosseum first instead of his principal.

“I expect no less big brother,” said Jugen with a nod.

Facing the young man’s unbeatable charisma, Sophia blushed but her mind was in chaos. She could see his ripped chest as his red dress shirt had a loose button. It had a wide collar and a long-sleeved black outer shirt that magnifies his complexion. Without a doubt, the clothing was more similar to that of his earth.

Her eyes couldn’t help but steal a glance at his visible chest, nobody had ever approached her this closely, especially of the opposite sex.

Suddenly, Lyon’s other hand was grabbed by her to his surprise.

“Well, well, well, aren’t you a handsome thief?” teased Sophia before she winked at him.

Lyon smiled wryly as he thought (This woman is quite an expert in acting).

“Hahahaha!” Old Dan’s laughter rang about before he said, “This competition ought to be more interesting than any of those before! I hope you can entertain us as much as your illusionist grand entrance kid!”

Van furrowed his eyebrows at Old Dan’s remark. He was sure that the dragon he saw was not an illusion but nevertheless, there was a chance if his opinion were wrong. However, one thing for sure was that his eagle grew restless as Lyon came flying.

“I wonder what do you want to steal oh handsome thief, I barely have anything with me and by the motion of your hand you didn’t even target my spatial ring,” asked Sophia with a smile before she stood up and held Lyon’s chin.

In the blink of an eye, the situation immediately reversed. Though Lyon was surprised for a moment, his face was full of confidence once more as a smirk planted on his face.

“Well, I must be a dumb thief to tell you what I want to steal from you,” answered Lyon as he savors the beauty with his eyes.

“Hmm, right you are, your face, it reminds me of someone, or was it something? Nevertheless, you need to go back to the arena or should I send you there?” Once again Sophia winked before she ruthlessly lashed out her foot to his face, not waiting for his answer.

In that split second as the foot connected to his face, Lyon took a deep breath. (Ah, jasmine?).

“Guha!”

He was sent flying but a smile was noticeable as he fell to the circular arena with a thud. Hearing the cheers and the boos from the crowd the young man slowly get up and scanned the area before her eyes landed on one particular woman he was bound to meet sooner or later.

“Chloe, how about a second dance?” asked Lyon with one hand reached out to her.

“OOH! What’s this, the last member of Nostria Academy actually knows the cold beauty?!” shouted Sophia as her commentator personality kicked in.

With the already crossed arm, she looked at the man whom she couldn’t erase from her memory. The event in the night banquet was quite vivid and unforgettable. It was something that was never in her mind that would happen to her.

“Hmph. Let’s finish what you started later, surely the chance will come later,” answered Chloe before she sat back down.

The gaze of everyone immediately rained down on him. The aces from the remaining four academies looked at him with interest and some with contempt. To think someone from the lesser world casually flirted around with women of higher status.

“Hey trash, what are you doing casually talking with my soon-to-be wife.”

A shout from one of the participants was heard before Lyon’s eyebrows slightly furrowed.

(Oh no!) thought Luna as she saw his expression. She knew him well to know what’s going to happen next. If he were to go berserk now, then surely their academy would be disqualified from the Crown.

Argeon immediately gripped the armrest of his chair as he was palpitations. Cold sweat appeared on his forehead as one of the other principals noticed.

“Hahaha, why are you so scared, don’t worry, Faust will not hurt him,” said Khafai with satisfaction on his face.

Disregarding his opinion, Argeon immediately turned around and face the three overseers, “Is this allowed? With the way things going, they will surely fight each other.”

“Don’t be so anxious, a little warm-up won’t hurt anyone, right miss Sophia?” asked Old Dan before he furrowed his eyebrows. Sophia was actually absent-minded as her eyes focused on the young man she called a thief a moment ago.

“See, silent is a yes, so let them be, besides it would rile up the crowd even more and merry the Colosseum,” answered Old Dan.

Argeon gritted his teeth, (What an asshole!). Just because Faust was the soon-to-be his grandson-in-law he allowed such ridiculous thing. He couldn’t help but sit back down and hope his niece had a plan already.

Leaning back, Old Dan casually spoke softly, “Good thing miss Sophia’s sadistic empress didn’t come to watch the match, otherwise that young man would be a goner right hahaha.”

Sophia’s pupils were suddenly shrunken as if she saw a ghost.

Lyon turned around as he smirked, “With you? Please, even a rock wouldn’t want to marry you.”

“What did you say?!” shouted Faust before he jumped on the arena.

Luna was about to shout before she saw Lyon’s backhand waving at her, telling her not to worry. She took a deep breath of relief as the rest of the members followed. She knew that Lyon knew what was important right now.

“You have a sharp tongue for a weak cultivator from the lesser world! Look’s like I have to teach you a lesson,” said Faust as he looked down on Lyon while cracking his knuckles.

(Damn, this guy is acting like those weak mobs in movies) thought Lyon before he turned around and left the arena.

“Hmph! Pathetic, is a sharp tongue your only weapon?” shouted Faust.

Stepping down the arena, Lyon looked back at the lonely man on there, “No, I also have manners, this is a respectful competition with rules to follow through. Unlike a certain idiot, I know how to follow rules.”

The crowd went agape as they couldn’t believe that the young man still dared to insult the strongest competitor. Was he crazy or was that confidence? They were speechless, but to Jugen this was an everyday thing.

“Let me guess, what you are trying to do is to impress Chloe with your mighty strength by beating me, however, there is one thing where you wrong.”

The crowd looked at the cold beauty who closed her eyes as if the world was uninteresting to her.

Faust turned a shade of red as he noticed Chloe didn’t even bother to look at them. Glaring at Lyon he thought (You will pay for this!) before jumping back to his seat.

“That’s right, you can never beat me,” muttered Lyon with a smile.