God's Eyes

Jason left the reception only five minutes later with a ticket and the three spatial rings he was not allowed to bet according to the receptionist's words.

The content of the rings was already more than enough to rob the colosseum if he were to win 50 rounds in a row.

She didn't expect that to happen, but it was possible. Because of Jason's ridiculously high-stakes bet, she informed her superior too, but instead of taking her seriously, the superior didn't bother about the bet, thinking that it was impossible for the young man to win.

Somehow, despite thinking the same in the beginning, the receptionist felt that Jason had been too calm as if he had already calculated everything through before placing the bet.

"Insane people wouldn't ask about the colosseum's rules…" She was just mumbling to herself, but her colleagues heard her which made them wonder what was going on..

However, instead of giving them an answer, the weary receptionist merely gaped at the things Jason had handed over to her.

"Where did he even get so many weapons from...the techniques employed to forge them are different as well as the inscribed runes and elements that look unique too…"

This could have multiple meanings, but the forging techniques were unknown to her while the same applied to the martial art techniques the silver dragon masked man had given to her.

Everything pointed out that Jason had fought against multiple different races that did not belong to the Olympus federation.

'Had he joined the war on the human race's side?'

She was extremely close to the truth, but did not realize that Jason, and the others, in fact, belonged to the human race!

It was only because of this that Jason and the rest could remain hidden from the federation's eagle eyes.

If the Olympus federation were to know that the human participants of the liberation tournament had already arrived in Janur, with a great plan to exploit the colosseum and reap the benefits provided by the broken world they wanted to enter, they wouldn't be as calm as they were right now.

Based on the detailed inquiries and research, it was evident that mankind's world bridges were more dangerous and less beneficial than the ones the Olympus federation had found.

Other than that, their talent was said to be much worse, and it was only their soul world that could be said to be an uncertain factor.

However, most importantly, the reason for them to invite the human race to the liberation tournament was Jason and the golden-silverish pillar he had summoned before!

This pillar had been intertwined with a faint, almost untraceable divine aura, only a few individuals had been able to sense!

Jason had been oblivious to it, and even if he would have known the same, he would have been unruffled by the revelation.

There were certain things that couldn't be avoided, and instead of retreating in fright, facing them head-on was the only way one could keep living without regret.

While the others had already queued up to find an opponent to fight, Jason decided to wait for some time.

Not only his first few, if not dozen opponents would be defeated without an issue, but the same could be said about the opponents of the God's Children.

Jason was confident that the five God's Children were much stronger than the Ariyor race had assumed a high-quality soul world could become.

As such, those five could be compared to individuals of higher races! He wasn't aware of any grand races yet and knew that his father's race was much more than that.

Because of that, he couldn't decide whether the God's Children were comparable to the younger generation of the grand race or not.

It was obvious that not a single human could compare to the other races' high mana core rank, but that was mainly because they had a better environment, more resources, and cultivation techniques!

Mankind didn't even have a proper cultivation technique everyone could use, let alone a good environment to cultivate in.

Jason knew that these reasons were not the only ways to determine someone's strength, but the external factors were as important as an individual's innate talent.

Otherwise, poor prodigies would have never accepted signing a soul contract with big clans or ancient sects that had much more resources, martial art techniques, and connections.

This was how the laws of the jungle worked. The weak had to obey the strong, or die!

Several hours passed and Jason was still seated as if he was a curious spectator. He did only look at his new friends' fights, trying to figure out how high their combat experience and proficiency with their martial art technique was.

Other than that, the accuracy of the sole affinity they used was also important. The latter was much better than Jason had expected, but the God's Children's combat experience was lower than everything he had imagined.

It might be because the cultivators from the foreign races were strong, experienced, and tactically versatile, exploiting every single weakness they could find, but even Merl and the other old powerhouses couldn't help but sigh.

Jason stared at the masked old men without saying anything.

They felt his stare through the silver dragon mask as a faint golden light shone through it.

"Please don't tell me that you guys had planned to enter the liberation tournament with these clowns who have NO experience whatsoever in fighting against combat veterans, or me as a means to support everyone not only in translating but also pushing them forward?!?

Would anyone have even thought about entering the colosseum, let alone force them to get to a winning streak of 50 rounds?"

He couldn't help but feel as if mankind had wanted to make a fool of themselves.

Thankfully, he had decided to join their small group, otherwise, there was no way to figure out what would have happened at the liberation tournament.

If Merl were to be honest, he had never seen the God's Children before and had only heard news about them. Their mana core rank was extremely high for humanity's standards, and there was no need to even mention their high combat prowess.

It was no problem for them to defeat someone several ranks higher than their own mana core rank after all!

However, after standing on the outer ring of the colosseum's spectator platform, Merl learned the bitter truth.

"They can't even use half of their strength properly...."

Even if one had an extremely bad physique, executing 70% of one's strength was still possible. However, the five God's Children, Jason would now love to call 'Clown's children', were not even able to do that.

Their physique could be said to be perfect, and there was nothing wrong about their mana circulation, their affinities, and so on.

The problem they had was something else and obvious for everyone to see.

'We would have been humiliated if these five were to execute the exact same strength!'

Everyone thought the same, and it was the most shocking for the five ancestors who had followed their descendants.

According to what they'd seen so far, they hoped it wouldn't be that bad!

They knew that their descendants weren't the most versatile in their combat style, let alone experience, but it had never been that bad.

It got even worse, when half a day had passed, and everyone fought the battle for their 20th winning streak.

Obviously, they won, because their soul world allowed them to have the strength comparable to several ranks higher than their own mana core rank, but it was embarrassing.

"They're really the Clown's Children…"

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