I, the All-Class Magus, All My Awakening Skills are LvMax

Chapter 347: Chapter347-Won! He Won!

Everyone present understood just how terrifying the black hole was, and they knew that once contaminated, the only way to rid oneself of it was to cut away the affected flesh.

Yet, now John was continuously circling around it, clearly using it as a shield to protect himself!

No one had anticipated that something so perilous could become John's safeguard, especially since it originated from his teammate—meant to harm him, not help him.

John kept maneuvering close to the black void, leaving the two adversaries at a loss.

Given the current situation, Victor was indiscriminately attacking friend and foe alike.

While they might have used Victor to eliminate John, there was absolutely no chance Victor would show them any mercy.

This meant that in their attempt to take down John, they might also end up defeating their own teammate.

Seeing the right moment, John did not hesitate; he swiftly moved past them as if he were merely playing a game, slashing them as he went by.

Within just three to four minutes, their bodies were covered with numerous cuts.

Blood continuously flowed, staining the ground red.

Meanwhile, the Bloodthirsty Blade had absorbed so much that even the gem on it was flashing with a red glow.

The spectators seemed to guess what John was up to and couldn't help but start berating loudly.

"What are you two doing? You are supreme-tier awakeners, and you're being led around by a gold-tier awakener?"

"Are you two even capable? Can you just twist his head off for me?"

"Are you competent at all? Can you quickly finish him off? I can't stand this anymore. Continuing to drag this out here does no good."

"Kill him, just kill him now."

Everyone began to scream and shout frantically, but the two fighters internally groaned in frustration.

If it were truly possible, why wouldn't they take care of it immediately?

But even if they wanted to kill him, it was futile—they simply couldn't reach him!

The black hole continuously rotated around John, inadvertently becoming his shield.

However, they soon realized a strategy: if that were the case, they could simply bypass this energy barrier and attack John directly!

If they could just make contact with John, that would spell his end.

With this realization, the two exchanged a glance, almost without hesitation, and charged directly towards John.

The onlookers, noticing the offensive had begun, couldn't help but scream in excitement.

Eliminating John would mean more prize money and winning bigger bets for them.

But the next second, as they made contact with John, they saw him holding something resembling a stick, which he then forcefully struck against the black hole.

Astonishingly, the black hole started floating towards them, swallowing Headman Demon who hadn't managed to dodge in time.

Silence.

The arena fell quiet, everyone watching in disbelief.

What had they just witnessed?

Wasn't that Immortal Messenger's space?

Why could John now manipulate it?

And it was even floating.

My God, what were they seeing?

This was utterly unbelievable.

Headman Demon vanished without even uttering a sound, completely disintegrated.

Blood Butcher's pupils dilated in shock; wanting to flee was futile as half his body was already caught in the black hole.

The most terrifying aspect of Spatial Collapse is its slow dissolution of your body back to its most basic elements, painlessly.

Yet, horrifyingly, you could watch as your body slowly disappeared.

Blood Butcher could no longer endure the agony and let out a piercing scream that made everyone wince in sympathy.

It was too horrifying, truly beyond what anyone could have imagined.

This was nothing like what they had expected.

Why?

Why was this happening?

Why could the black hole from Spatial Collapse be manipulated by an external force?

How could it be propelled so forcefully?

What was going on?

This completely surpassed their understanding and defied all logic.

Even Benjamin was stunned.

As a regular here, he was well aware of how terrifying Immortal Messenger's signature move was.

Such power was not something a mere mortal could control, yet why had John managed to launch it?

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What was really happening?

Could it be that despite appearing to be adversaries, they were actually allies?

This thought made both of them suddenly feel relieved that they hadn't entered the fray.

Otherwise, they would have been the ones unexpectedly betrayed.

No wonder John was so confident, proposing this so-called wagering agreement.

It turned out he had this trick up his sleeve all along.

Everyone stared at John, dumbfounded, a new sense of awe taking hold within them.

This was indeed the man who had defeated Immortal Messenger.

To think that Immortal Messenger's signature move could actually be used by him was utterly preposterous.

How did the two of them coordinate? Why had there never been any hint of this collaboration before?

Everyone assumed this was a result of their teamwork, yet even Victor felt extremely puzzled.

He knew exactly the state of his energy and was certain he had never cooperated with John.

So why was his energy suddenly propelled away, following a specific trajectory?

What was going on? How had John managed to do this?

When John saw that he had successfully pushed out the two black holes, he too breathed a sigh of relief internally.

He had always known that Victor's Spatial Collapse was merely an energy form.

If that was the case, he could also manipulate this energy!

However, he had never tested this before, so he wasn't sure if it would actually work.

To be cautious, he didn't use his own limbs or items to touch it, but instead selected some branches from the secret realm to strike the energy.

Now, it seemed his method was effective indeed.

Now that Headman Demon had been dealt with, and though Blood Butcher was still alive, he was barely clinging to life.

John's tactic, albeit a bit cunning, proved effective.

After all, no one else could directly send a black hole flying away like he had—no one but him.

When he had struck the black hole, John noticed the stick in his hand starting to corrode.

Without hesitation, he threw it away, and then watched as it disintegrated into its basic molecules upon hitting the ground.

Now, only Victor remained in the arena.

Dealing with Victor might actually be simpler, as it wouldn't require much time.

Although Victor still harbored the same murderous intent, he was easier to manage compared to the other two.

"I've already defeated you once, remember that your enemy isn't me!" John called out.

Victor paused, looking in John's direction with a hint of confusion.

John, however, didn't elaborate further.

He knew some things weren't as simple as they seemed.

He took a deep breath and then drew the Bloodthirsty Blade.

"If you want to taste this blade again, I wouldn't mind another round," he said.

Victor stood still, then lowered his hands and slowly started to walk away.

John breathed a sigh of relief.

He won!