My Soul card is a Reaper

Upon closing the door, Azzy asked the Reaper for translation as the nine-tail fox disappeared before telling everything.

The Reaper let out a chuckle in amusement and explained, "She said that your battle with her eldest brother will start in about 10 hours. She hoped for you to have a night of good sleep and sweet dreams. She will not be able to watch your battle, but she prays for your win. Her brother is arrogant, and it would be nice if you were to teach him a lesson so that she may get the hell out of his control."

"So, there's some story, after all. I sensed it a while ago as she always changed the subject whenever Neremyn comes up in the discussion. Hmm…" Azzy fell into thoughts.

The next day morning;

At the biggest Colosseum of the empire, located within the capital city, thousands of elves took their seats and waited for the two contestants. Within no time, the entire Colosseum was filled with hundred and fifty thousand elves.

Soon, Azzy and Neremyn entered from opposite sides and meet each other in the center of the arena where a supreme realm expert was standing in silence with his hands on his back.

Other than Neremyn, he is the only supreme realm expert of the elf race. The last one is a dark elf who doesn't come out of his abode.

Named Glorfindel Starfrost, a star elf and one of the three elven grand elders, he is now considered the second most important person in the empire after Neremyn now that the former leader had merged with another elder to become pseudo-demigod and is currently in closed-door training.

Neremyn is the acting emperor for the elves and to watch him battle is something citizens would love to see in person.

On the other hand, there were many who were curious about Azzy for they never have seen a human in their lives.

Glorfindel Starfrost, the proctor for the battle, introduced Azzy and their King to the audience before revealing the stakes of the challenge.

Some were surprised, some were angered at Azzy for being disobedient, some were angered at their prince/acting emperor for taking this too far, and some wondered whether they have wasted their time as this would be pretty much a one-sided battle.

The proctor continued to address the public, "Hlarin ná hya mahtanë i armar ná. Auta i qualmë aicáran, Aran Neremyn ar cúdëa i alcarë sinomëa lá karilírë melmëa 7-telderon. Melmëar ámahalë yulmëárë tultina né. I armar ná siure parmanen illuvalmin ar ulyuvalmin pella. Síla sa."

Orlon translated the meaning: "There aren't many rules in this battle. As the stronger party, Prince Neremyn will be suppressing his strength to the 7-star realm. No pre-activated skill cards are allowed. There's no time limit; the battle will go on until one of them gives up or ends up in a state of not being able to continue. That's all."

He then returned his attention back to Azzy and Neremyn and told them to get ready.

Neremyn calmly looked at Azzy and nodded. Azzy stayed silent. Just as the celestial elf was about to walk away in order to take his position, Azzy opened up his mouth, "Wait. I have something to say."

Both of the elves looked at the young adult. 

The heir of the death clan then spoke, "There's no need for the suppression. Mr. Searvale can battle with his entire strength. However, in return, I would like to increase the stakes."

Neremyn furrowed his brows while Glorfindel's eyes widened in surprise. Both of them reacted at the same time, asking him, "What is it?"

Azzy then spoke in a firm tone, making himself loud and clear, "If you win, I will serve your clan for the next hundred years. But, if I win, I take your sister, Isolde Searvale, as my subordinate for the next ten years."

"What!" Glorfindel was taken aback at once. Neremyn, on the other hand, stepped forward to close the distance between him and Azzy to just one foot away. 

Azzy didn't move an inch from his spot and fearlessly stared at the elf.

"You are quite bold, Azrael for daring to use such a wager," Neremyn commented while clenching his fists tightly in anger. His rage was clearly seen on his face.

Azzy looked back straight into his eyes and asked, "Do you dare? Or do you think you cannot beat me?"

His provocation worked perfectly, turning Neremyn's gaze to extreme coldness as he replied, "The world should know what would happen if an arrogant newborn calf provoke the hungry tiger."

Neremyn agreed to Azzy's conditions and turned around to walk away. 

"I hope you have the skills to back up your words too," commented Azzy before asking for the proctor to announce their change of stakes to the public too.

The proctor's words shook up the entire Colosseum. Even Izora and her father were shocked when their translator told them of the stakes. Did his son take a fancy to the elven girl or something? This is the thought that came to Izora.

If it is someone else that beautiful, Izora would welcome her to the family at any time, but her son is only 17 years old and the elvish princess is more than 500 years old, far older than even herself. As a mother, she would never accept such a marriage until her son is more than a hundred years old.

However, the situation isn't that. Serving the Elves meaning that Azzy wouldn't be able to get home until the time is over. They could still visit him every once in a while but still, she wasn't comfortable with such an idea.

Izora hoped that her son had tricks up his sleeve. Or else, she could only make her husband request Qridus Garcia to free her son. He is the only demigod in the world. So, they might listen to that old man.

On the other hand, the elven audience became angry and started cheering for their King, thinking that this human is too arrogant and shameless. How dare he eye their princess?

Kylan could even feel several gazes upon him from all sides. He only let out a deep sigh and watched his grand nephew.

Meanwhile, the proctor slowly rose into the air. Azzy placed his lead foot slightly turned inward and rear foot parallel to his lead foot, creating a slight angle. 

He then kept his hands up to protect his face and head. Placing his right hand in front of his face with his forearm angled downward, he positioned his left hand near his chin to guard against the attacks.

Neremyn didn't understand what kind of battle stance is it, but at the very least, he could see it is defensive. A smirk appeared on his face, thinking that Azzy doesn't plan on going on the offensive.

He also didn't understand why Azzy wasn't summoning his Arcana spirit but it is the latter's problem. He just wants to win this battle and make the arrogant boy his slave.

As the proctor gave the signal for the start of the battle, Neremyn absorbed the natural energy from the surroundings and created an energy sword before charging forward.

He was fast, almost like a blur to most of the audience. But for Azzy, it is a different story.

Even without his Eyes of God, he could see him pretty much clearly, albeit in slow motion. As Neremyn reached him and swung the sword, Azzy tilted his upper body to the left to dodge the attack and threw a fist at his face.

Neremyn captured Azzy's movements but the latter turned out to be faster. The fist connected with his nose, blasting him away for atleast a hundred meters.

Azzy's fist was smeared with blood while the fallen Neremyn had his nose punctured. The celestial elf stood up with great difficulty as the blood was flowing down to his mouth. The soul energy in his body rushed to the head and healed the injury.

However, that didn't eliminate the side effects. His head was spinning. His legs were trembling. He tried to walk forward. Amid the shocked gazes of more than a hundred thousand people of his kind, Neremyn fell on his side and lost consciousness.

One fuc*ing punch; that's all it took for Azzy to defeat the celestial elf, who is hailed as the most talented elf of the generation.

Using the natural energy from his Sage Core, he cleaned the blood from his fist and put his hands into his pockets. He calmly gazed upon the high elf who reached the celestial elf, "So, I guess that's my win?"