Treasure-hunting: Into the Unknown

"When did you find out?" Goliath asked, casting a suspicious glance at Zachary.

"I found it when you were fighting the Ice Liger. You hid your real strength well, but I saw the truth," Zachary said seriously.

Goliath's eyes were cold. "I have underestimated you. You are a schemer yourself, and so you are quick to recognize deceit and secrecy in others. However, you have met your match in me. Whether or not you are able to force me to reveal my Imperial Level strength, the result will still be the same—you will lose!" he spat.

"How are you going to explain your Imperial Level strength to everyone?" Zachary observed. Goliath snorted, "There's nothing to explain.

As long as I defeat you, the college will not punish me. They will definitely not be stupid enough to drive a new Imperial Level warrior away." Indeed, Goliath had given the matter some consideration, and he truly believed that there was no need to worry about getting into trouble once his strength was exposed. The masters of Shura College were very eager to defeat this unexpected upstart from Celestial College. If Goliath's strength was revealed, they would have no choice but to let it go because nothing was more important than the honor of Shura College.

Goliath decided the time had come to use his full strength. He glared at Zachary, and released the seal in his body. A powerful aura immediately emanated from Goliath, surrounding his whole body with a bright, orange light that dazzled everyone in the audience.

"He must be... an Imperial Level warrior..."

The spectators stared at Goliath, dumbfounded. No one had expected this. How could Goliath have reached the Imperial Level already? And what was an Imperial Level warrior doing in this competition? Many in the crowd quickly perceived that there was a question of cheating. If he had reached the Imperial Level before the King Level contest, then he had broken the rules. But if he had somehow reached the Imperial level during the contest, then that was well within the rules, and very, very impressive.

At any rate, now that he was at the Imperial Level, his victory was certain. It was impossible for any King Level disciple to defeat a warrior at the Imperial Level. Goliath's strength far surpassed Zachary's.

In other words, the battle was over.

"This guy is so despicable! He must have hidden his strength until now," Queenie said indignantly, not caring who overheard. All the other disciples of Celestial College shared her o

ed back.

"Very well. Then you will die today!" Goliath sneered.

Zachary snorted, "Come on!" He was deliberately goading Goliath.

Goliath gave him an angry look, and transformed himself into ghost shadows. He moved so rapidly, that it was difficult to see him with the naked eye. Zachary was quick to respond. He used his movement skill to evade Goliath, whose attacks were increasing in ferocity.

Soon, the two figures were moving so fast that most disciples in the audience could no longer distinguish one move from another. They came and went like the wind, and wherever they passed, dust rose and surged around their whirling figures, completely obscuring the view of the audience.

But this couldn't last for too long. The huge gap in strength between the two opponents was insurmountable. Moreover, Zachary was still struggling with his injuries from Goliath's previous attack. Eventually, Goliath saw an opportunity and blew past an opening in Zachary's defense, attacking with all his strength.

Once more, Zachary was lifted off the ground by the force of the blow. He hung suspended in the air like a kite without a string, and everyone gasped as he began to fall, landing with a massive impact that raised another cloud of dust and fragmented stones.

The audience groaned. Zachary would rather die than admit defeat! Some of the members of the audience turned away, for they did not have the heart to watch him lose his life out of pride. Zachary was strong beyond all expectations, but after all his opponent was an Imperial Level warrior, and it would be wise to concede defeat. It was not a time for pride—the battle was already over.