Reincarnated with an Analysis system. - Chapter 124 Royal Selection VI

Jira spectated the whole fight between Sato and Jimmy and was feeling irritated at the results.

His eyes rolled over to Vlad and was even more annoyed at the excited expression Vlad had on his face.

With his fist resting under his jaw, Vlad whispered to Lilith who was seated beside him, “Did you do everything as asked you to?”.

Lilith replied, “Sorry, not yet… she is being heavily guarded.” She looked at the Erza and saw the three mermaids beside her.

“Are those her new bodyguards?” Jira asked, keeping his eyes on the fight happening on the template.

“Appears so, but not to worry, I already sent Lit and darkness to carry the task, I’m sure it will be done soon.” Lilith reassured.

“Better, do not disappoint me.” Jira voiced out, glancing at Vlad again who in turn stared back at him.

Vlad sighed once Jira shifted his attention away from him; looking at Erza, he issued to Erza,”Do not get up from this place for no reason”.

“Uhn?” Erza questioned with a puzzled look on her face, she knew her dad to be protective but not to the point that he’d want her close at all times .

“What do you mean don’t move?!” Erza whispered back.

“Don’t overreact, there is something going on here and until I figure it out, I don’t want you moving from where you are.” Vlad insisted, looking at Erza with a profound expression on his face.

She pouted, tucking her arms together before she rested her back on the chair, “I hate this.” Erza muttered to herself.

On the right flank of the stadium, were the ghost empire, who was desperately hoping for their race to win.

Amongst the crowd, were the Yokai clan, and its leader Rumpa, whose son, Shiver was participating in the Royal selection.

He was feeling excited as he focused all his attention on the template above him with anticipation of his son winning.

[Battle 2:

Environment open war zone]

The second battle had already begun and the vampire who was amongst the triple threat had been taken out.

Leaving only Striver and the werewolf named Dorio to face up against each other with no one to interfere.

“The face that you were willing to take out the Vampire showed that you are indeed a warrior.” Dorio uttered, standing a few feet away from Striver.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, I simply did that because I detest these so-called vampires… I just can’t stand to have them near me, so taking care of him seemed like the smartest decision to make.” Striver replied.

As they stood facing each other, a fierce wind blew through the field, stirring up the tall grass and leaves. Striver raised his hands, and a dark cloud formed above his head, crackling with electricity. Dorio flexed his muscles, his veins bulging as he prepared for the impending battle.

The two men charged towards each other, Striver sending bolts of lightning towards Dorio, who deftly dodged and weaved around them. As Striver continued to hurl spells, Dorio closed the distance between them and landed a powerful punch that sent Striver tumbling backwards.

But Striver was not defeated yet. As he got back on his feet, he summoned a swarm of shadowy tendrils that slithered towards Dorio. Dorio grunted as he felt the tendrils latch onto him, draining his strength.

But just as it seemed like all hope was lost, Dorio’s healing powers kicked in, and he felt his wounds start to close up. With renewed vigor, he wrenched himself free from the tendrils and charged towards Striver once again.

Striver conjured a shadowy portal behind him, and disappeared into it. Dorio followed closely behind, and found himself in a dark and eerie realm, filled with shadowy creatures. Striver stood at the far end of the realm, laughing maniacally as he unleashed a barrage of spells at Dorio.

But Dorio was not one to give up easily. He gritted his teeth, and with a mighty roar, he summoned all his strength, breaking free from the spell’s hold. He lunged towards Striver, his fists glowing with a golden light.

Striver tried to defend himself with his magic, but it was no use. Dorio’s punches landed with an incredible force, sending Striver reeling backwards.

But just before Striver could hit the ground, a shadow showed up on the ground and his body sunk in.

“You’re not going anywhere!” Dorio shouted following Striver inside the shadow before it closed up.

Striver stood in the middle of a dark and misty forest, his hands crackling with dark energy. His opponent, a towering werewolf named Dorio, snarled at him from across the clearing.

“You think you can defeat me, human?” Dorio growled, his voice deep and guttural. “I am a werewolf, imbued with strength and speed beyond your wildest dreams.”

Striver smirked. “You underestimate the power of shadow magic. Let me show you what I can do.”

With a wave of his hand, Striver summoned a swarm of shadowy tendrils that snaked towards Dorio. The werewolf leapt into the air, dodging the tendrils and landing gracefully on a nearby tree.

“You’ll have to do better than that, human,” Dorio taunted. “Your magic is no match for my strength.”

But Striver was not deterred. He raised his hands again, and this time, the tendrils turned into dark spikes that erupted from the ground. Dorio snarled as he tried to avoid the spikes, but one caught him in the leg, tearing through his thick fur.

“Argh!” Dorio howled in pain, before charging towards Striver with incredible speed. But Striver was prepared. He conjured a wall of shadows that stopped Dorio in his tracks, and then sent bolts of dark lightning crashing down upon him.

The forest shook as the lightning struck the ground, causing trees to splinter and rocks to crumble. Dorio roared in rage as he pushed through the wall of shadows, but Striver was too fast for him. He danced around the werewolf, weaving intricate spells that sent Dorio stumbling and tripping.

“You cannot defeat me, werewolf,” Striver spat. “Your strength is nothing compared to the power of shadow magic.”

But Dorio was not one to give up easily. With a ferocious growl, he lunged towards Striver, his claws glinting in the dim light. Striver dodged and weaved around him, but Dorio’s speed and strength were too much for him to handle.

In the end, Striver was overpowered, and he stumbled backwards, panting heavily. Dorio towered over him, his eyes blazing with fury.

“You win, I admit defeat” Striver gave up. “Your strength simply surpassed mine, I lost”.

With that, Dorio turned and disappeared into the misty forest, leaving Striver to nurse his wounds