My Soul card is a Reaper

"Time's up. Move away, Clan Leader Kylan," Azzy's voice filled their ears and Kyle retracted the saber and stepped away.

Demure spat out a mouthful of black blood and spoke as she tried her best to stay on her toes, "It looks like I have really underestimated you."

Kyle dismissed the saber and rose into the air, looking down at her with his hands back, putting up airs of a senior, "I may not be the most talented that Crescent clan has produced, but I'm still the leader of Crescent Clan. The minimum qualification to become the leader of our clan is to master all 8 Crescent clan techniques that passed down by our ancestor.

You have probably forgotten it because of your arrogance."

Kyle didn't give another glance to his opponent and flew back to the VIP Box where everyone offered him congratulations.

Meanwhile, Azzy placed his palm on Demure's back and expelled the remnants of lightning energy from her system, releasing her from the paralysis state.

"Thank you." She slowly got up and took out a deep breath, gazing at the VIP Box.

A memory came to her head, where a young stubborn boy refusing to train as he doesn't want to compete against more talented cousins of himself in clan techniques and become humiliated.

She eventually smiled as she mumbled, "well, I guess it is my loss."

"Let me heal you." As Azzy took out a healing card to heal her wound, Demure waved her hand with a smile once again, "No need to trouble yourself, Young Master." Specks of light escaped the fan and entered the wounded part of her body. Azzy saw that her body healed almost instantly and somehow, he felt it too familiar.

She then nodded to him and flew toward the VIP Box too, making the young clan heir wonder whether there was any fragment of the life jewel was imbued inside that artifact.

As Demure reached the stands and threw a unbounded storage card at Kyle, who caught in reflex, and she proceeded on calmly taking her seat, Francis got up, "I guess it is my turn now. Judging by that kid's personality, Roger, you will spar me."

"Eh?" Roger was taken aback and so was Vesyrn. The latter couldn't help but frown, "What do you mean, Clan leader Francis?"

He was also in the list of participation. So, Francis' comment made him displeased, feeling that this old vampire is looking down on him.

It was then Azzy announced the names of Francis Blood and Roger Night, surprising him.

Francis let out a chuckle, "see, I was right. You should be ready to fight your peers, Vesyrn, not old age people like us who lived for a long time and hold an undisputed advantage of experience."

Without giving any proper explanation, he flew to the Arena. Roger stared at him for a couple of seconds and he too followed the suit.

Vesyrn couldn't help but think whether even his son thinks he is not a match for the clan leaders. Was Azzy worried that Vesyrn would lose his face if he were to battle against his subordinates who were supposed to be loyal to him.

Kyle saw Vesyrn's expression and patted his shoulder, "I have been watching your son for years. You can be assured that he isn't someone who plays favorites. So, don't take Clan leader Francis' words to the heart."

Vesyrn didn't respond and stayed silent, intensely watching the two clan leaders facing against each other, albeit one of them seemed slightly nervous. It wasn't obvious to naked sight but these experts could sense Roger's nervousness on facing the strongest sub-clan leader who is known to be quite ruthless during a fight.

Just as Azzy conjured energy in his palms to shoot it to the sky and signal the start of the match, a figure shrouded by darkness suddenly appeared before Roger Night, making him swiftly increase the distance and take out his dagger.

"This aura and soul realm…" Francis frowned at the sight of the intruder. It wasn't just him. Azzy didn't recognize her but he could see her rank.

He quickly landed on the floor and looked at the intruder, meeting her for the first time, "Who are you? State your business…"

The dark aura dispelled, revealing a hooded woman who looked like she was at the brink of her lifespan with pale face and lean physiques, freckles all over the face and bones could be seen with a glance. In Izzy's eyes, she is just like Qridus in the past, back before he became the demigod.

"Me?" As She lowered her hood and gazed at Azzy, Roger immediately gave a half kneel salute, "Roger Night greets the Matriarch."

In the next instant, the grand elder of the clan also teleported to the arena and gave a standing salute with her fist on her chest and her head hung down, gazing at the floor, "Welcome back, Matriarch."

She gave a nod to the grand elder and returned her gaze to Azzy, "It is indeed as I heard. The successor of Lord Qridus can well considered be a monster tier genius. You must be 18 or 19 years old, but already at 8-star rank. I also heard of your stint against the Prince of those arrogant Elves. It seems the clan's future is already secured by Lord Qridus."

Azzy was maintaining newly 8-star rank at the moment and he didn't correct her either.

He merely nodded, "Thanks, but it isn't a good place for a chat. I wish to ask whether the Night Clan wishes to change its representative."

"Obviously, isn't this a battle between clan leaders?" The old woman questioned him in response. She folded her hands to the hands and then shifted her gaze to Francis who looked all displeased for some reason, "Clan leader Francis, it does seem like you don't like to see the current me. Why? Do you think I'll come in your way?"

Francis let out a scoff, "You may have achieved the breakthrough but you are still too green, Yashna. Do yourself a favor and send your acting clan head to the spar. If we fight, the Night Clan might lose their only hope to become the second strongest clan in the village."

Yashna Night, the 4500-year-old monster of the Night Clan, replied, "Then, how about we battle to death, instead? If the Monarch of Death isn't the strongest in the village, there should only be one general to him. Two equally strong generals will bring nothing but chaos.

Unless you promise that you won't involve in the matters of the clan, sooner of later, I will visit your clan compound to challenge you a death match. So, you might as well agree to it, right away."

"Matriarch…" The Grand Elder was all smiles earlier, glancing at Vesyrn to see his reaction after trapping him into giving the word of letting Azzy battling their Night Clan's representative. But, Yashna's words surprised her so much that she failed to control her tone and raised it. "You can't be serious…"

Yashna gave a sharp glare to her descendant, "Shut up."

As the Grand Elder closed her mouth, Matriarch Yashna Night turned her attention back to Francis, "So, what is it that you have decided?"

Francis Blood stared at her in silence for a few seconds before giving a nod, "very well, since you crave for death, I'll fulfill your wish."

Francis and Yashna leaped to the back to create significant distance between them as the remaining two Night clan elites left the battle platform. Azzy stood there on the side, with his hands folded to the chest, in silence.

Meanwhile, the entire stadium filled with murmurs, discussing what the tournament has turned into.

Francis saw his actions and said, "Kid, this is a death match. No need for a referee here. You can rest for the time being."

Azzy coldly replied, "You cannot just decide on having a death match on a whim, Clan leader Francis. Even if you did, this isn't the right place to do it."

Francis furrowed his brows, upon witnessing Azzy's behavior. In the entire clan, not many would talk to him in such a way.

Before he responds, Yashna spoke out loud, "Young Master, this is a matter between two sub-clan leaders. Not even the clan heir has any right to interfere. It is better if you don't involve in this and leave."

Azzy turned his head to look at the old woman. He felt the urge to teach her a lesson right away by resorting to violence. But, before he voice it out, Vesyrn got up from his seat and slowly flew in the air as he spoke to her, "I should have the right to interfere, right?"

Instantly, everyone's attention was grabbed by Vesyrn. He looked at the both of them and ordered, "Both of you will not have death match, neither today nor in the future. The death of one of you will turn your clans become mortal enemies with each other and reduce our clan's strength. It is not worth."

"You don't understand it, Your Majesty. I'll open your eyes a little bit," Yashna replied, her 9-star-realm aura released from her body but she controlled it in a way that the aura release traveled in a cylindrical beam, targeting Francis. However, the experts could sense it from far away.

When hit by the invisible cylindrical beam of a nine star aura, Francis Blood staggered a little bit and he was forced to reveal his true strength of a Nine-star to stand still as before, letting out a comment, "I must say that your control over your aura has improved a lot compared to 250 years ago, Yashna."