The Record of Orc Civilization

Chapter 356 The Emergence of Stars

The Aquanorin battle arena, a masterpiece nestled on the southern fringe of the resplendent Miracle Coral Palace, stands as a testament to the kingdom's unwavering dedication to martial prowess.

Crafted meticulously, it's a sight to behold, sculpted from sea stones hailing from the abyssal depths known only to the daring Sea Elves.

These stones, under the relentless weight of the sea's embrace, have transformed into formidable fortresses of unyielding might, rendering them impervious even to the potent incantations of a Level 4 Constellation Mage spell. A true marvel of construction, this arena is more than just an arena—it's a manifestation of Aquanorin's strength.

Guardian walls, both imposing and protective, encircle the battleground. This strategic arrangement shelters the enthralled onlookers, their eager gazes locked onto the electrifying clashes transpiring within.

Enhanced by the previously intoned [Mana Shield] by King Aquaenar, a Level 8 Constellation Mage, assurance blankets the spectators. They can sit at ease, relishing the fights they've long yearned to witness.

Within this arena, the combatants—mages in their own right—can engage in earnest without restraint. The arena's architecture is designed to endure the full force of a Level 6 Constellation Mage's might.

The stage is set for more than elemental confrontations; it's an experience, a display of martial prowess intertwined with exquisite enchantments. The illustrious Princess Seraphina and the enigmatic Moku are the central figures in this enthralling narrative.

They embody more than mere adversaries for two Level 5 Constellation Mages; they represent the very might of two previously unmet forces: the Aquanorin Kingdom and the Wilwatikta Kingdom.

Beyond the stone ramparts, a sea of fervent witnesses stretches out in every direction. Aquanorin's citizens, residents, and visiting guests alike have converged here. Drawn by whispers of the impending showdown, they've gathered with anticipation as tangible as the ocean breeze.

The fervor is unmistakable—a celebration of energy, an orchestration of excitement. This is more than a battle; it's a testament to the spirit of Aquanorin. The clashes reverberate through the stands, arousing emotions that unite individuals from every corner of this water elf realm.

The confrontation between Moku and Princess Seraphina transcends a mere duel; it's an epic spectacle. It stands as grand as the kingdom's most revered national festivities, a moment that may well etch itself into Aquanorin's history.

As anticipation hung in the air like a charged current, Princess Seraphina made her grand entrance into the arena. The crowd's raucous cheers cascaded like thunderous waves, an ecstatic chorus proclaiming her name with a fervor that seemed to shake the very foundations of the Miracle Coral Palace.

Cloaked in the garb of a Sea Elf fighter, Seraphina emerged with otherworldly grace. Her lithe form seemed to move in sync with the ebb and flow of the tides, an entrancing dance that mirrored the fluidity of swaying seaweed beneath the ocean's gentle caress. Each step was a meticulous note in an elegant choreography that spoke of a lifetime of discipline and training.

The Sea Elf fighter's attire was a testament to her prowess—streamlined and functional, it hugged her form with tailored precision. But what caught the eye most was the deliberate absence of armor across her belly, a bold choice that spoke volumes of her confidence and her refusal to be confined by convention.

This deliberate exposure revealed her unyielding spirit and added a layer of vulnerability that made her all the more captivating.

Her azure skin bore the enchanting luminescence of her people, a soft iridescence that conjured visions of the ocean's depths bathed in the ethereal glow of a moonlit night. This radiant aura turned the arena into a realm of magic, casting a gentle light that danced upon her surroundings, intertwining with the energy of the crowd's fervent cheers.

Prominently resting upon her back was a spear, a weapon that seemed like an extension of her being. Its tip, sharp and intricate, twisted and curved like a sea dragon ascending into the heavens. This striking weapon whispered tales of battles won and legends forged, an embodiment of her strength and an emblem of her determination.

As Princess Seraphina stood poised at the center of attention, the embodiment of Aquanorin's grace and power, the arena's atmosphere brimmed with both awe and respect. Her presence was more than physical—it was a force of nature, an ethereal tempest that had everyone under its spell.

Moku's entrance was a spectacle in itself, a grin of confidence etched upon his rugged face. His attire, if it could be called that, consisted of a unique fusion of mutated animal skins. A cloak fashioned from Platinum Tier Danger Mutated Animal's skin cascaded down his lower body, a regal yet primal touch that left an air of enigma in his wake.

The raw power emanating from his form was undeniable. His bare torso, adorned only in the coarse covering of animal skin, laid bare the bulging sinew and muscle that spoke of countless battles and relentless training. With each ripple and contour, his body revealed the sheer strength and resilience that lay beneath, prompting a collective intake of breath from the mesmerized female audience.

His arms, thick with muscle and raw might, exuded an aura of invincibility. They were the very epitome of brute force, capable of bending iron and reshaping the world to his will. As if forged by the gods themselves, these appendages represented the manifestation of power, a force that could both protect and conquer.

Moku's face was a masterpiece of contrast and allure. A visage that could be chiseled from marble, he bore features that were both rugged and captivating. His red eyes, savage and unyielding, held the untamed essence of a forest king, ruling over his dominion with an iron will. Above them, eyebrows that arched like honed blades spoke of his fierce determination, a stark contrast to Princess Seraphina's delicate beauty.

In the presence of his savage gaze, his expression became a tapestry of dominance and allure, a siren's call that captivated and intrigued. Moku seemed to embody the very essence of the night, a monarch of shadows who commanded the realm with each step.

His very presence was a proclamation of his might, a declaration that he was not to be trifled with—a king in his own right, fierce and unapologetic.

"Well... I never realized that this day would truly come, Princess. If you want to back down, now is the time. I've never known how to hold back, even with women," a grin spread across Moku's face.

Princess Seraphina snorted, "Seems like you're still spouting nonsense despite the circumstances. I know this is my only chance for revenge. I extended the same offer to Prince Moku. If you want to back down, now is the time—before my spear pierces through that grin of yours!"

Moku's lip twitched. If he didn't possess the Inner Eye, he might have fully believed Princess Seraphina's words by now. He'd think that Ez's suspicion wasn't right and that this beautiful woman before him truly aimed to kill him.

Unfortunately for Princess Seraphina, Moku had the Inner Eye. He could distinguish between lies and mere acting.

Impressively, Princess Seraphina could make her expressions, tone, and movements convey her grudge towards Moku. But her soul told a different story—she felt nothing, harbored no emotions towards him.

"Sadly, Princess, I never intended to withdraw from this duel. For me, dueling a beautiful woman like you would be an unforgettable adventure," Moku shook his head in refusal.

"Alright then, prepare yourselves!—"

"Before that..." Moku cut in.

"What is it?"

"Wouldn't it be more interesting if there were a reward for the winner?"

"A reward?"

Moku detected a hint of surprise from Princess Seraphina. She stared at him, seemingly investigating his true intent. Not because she wanted to decline the wager; as long as the terms of the bet aligned with her desires, she'd achieve her goal whether she won or lost.

Her suspicion arose from Moku's seemingly genuine attempt to smoothly execute his plan. Perhaps Princess Seraphina was starting to wonder if he knew her true scheme or not.

"Sharp girl," Moku cursed inwardly.

"What's the matter? Afraid of losing? If so, then give up now!" Moku said while looking at Princess Seraphina from head to toe. He paused a moment at her behind and breasts, then licked his lips with passionate eyes.

Moku hoped this behavior would lower Princess Seraphina's guard toward him. One of the weaknesses of highly intelligent people was their arrogance, which made it easier to confront them when you acted as if you were a foolish and predictable person.

"Hmm... Spit it out!"

Moku breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, "If you lose, I want you to pour me wine and talk to me all night long," Moku licked his lips again with passion.

The entire audience jeered at Moku. Curses were hurled at him from every direction. If there were no walls separating them, the spectators might have stormed into the arena and beaten Moku by now.

Princess Seraphina just snorted and said, "Hahaha... it seems lust has blinded your eyes! If you lose, I want you to kneel at Raiden's tomb for a full day and night!"

When those words left Princess Seraphina's mouth, there was nothing left for the two fighters to say. The conversation ended, and it was time for their weapons to speak.