Crown Prince Hadre chuckled, "Haha! If that was the case, shouldn't Wilhelm Abel fight Miss Isabella to the death?"

"Why would a shameless person from the Abel Family stake his life for benefits?" Royal Protector Aleron eyed the Crown Prince.

Crown Prince Hadre laughed again, "Haha, true! Then what about these two then? Don't tell me that they still believe in their chances to win the tournament?"

"Who knows? Maybe they're motivated to try since Miss Isabella does not seem to want to kill her opponent." Royal Protector Aleron answered, not willing to discuss anymore.

In about ten minutes, the battle came to an end with a semi-finalist ending up dead. His guts were scattered and his head was crushed by a hammer.

The referee announced the end of the semi-final and the start of the final battle to be held in 30 minutes.

However, the winner was still injured and only had less than 40% of his essence energy left. Even 30 minutes wasn't enough to replenish 70% of his essence energy.

And even if he did replenish 100% of his essence energy, the last partic.i.p.ant felt that his chances of winning against Miss Isabella were less than 5%.

Nevertheless, when he left the battle platform, he had a determined expression on his face as if he wouldn't back down no matter what.

In the audience seats, Davis noticed his expression and shook his head in pity.

'Unfortunately, you're bound to lose, the person whom I don't know of...'

Of course, Davis knew that finalist's name but didn't know the circ.u.mstances he was in to remain this determined. Hence, the pity.

Davis then patted his spatial ring, thinking of betting on Princess Isabella again.

'However, the odds have changed and I could no longer make an enormous profit out of Princess Isabella.'

Davis's smile froze feeling that he had misphrased it in his mind.

'... Make an enormous profit out of the betting...' He corrected it in his mind and continued to decide.

By betting 75,000 Mid-Level Spirit Stones, he had managed to gain 4 times the profit, obtaining a total of 300,000 Mid-Level Spirit Stones!

In any case, he had already made a profit out of the betting, so he decided to not bet anymore.

When he received the wealth from the betting counter, he noticed many gazes targeted at him, filled with ill intent. Even now, there were people keeping an eye on them from a certain distance, not allowing themselves to be discovered.

But to their misfortune, the one they were keeping an eye on was Davis Loret.

Gazing at him with intent while not having the will to suppress their desires is just the same as standing in front of him and gazing at him face to face. Because of his rather high physical sense and soul sense, unveiling their intent was like a walk in the park for him.

Davis just sighed at their antics, not willing to even keep an eye on them.

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Thirty minutes slowly pa.s.sed with people having nothing to do other than wait. They talked about the background of the male finalist. Some even claimed that they knew the background of Miss Isabella.

One of them even claimed to know where she stayed at!

If Davis heard it, he would either think that Clara Yale sold the last information for wealth or some of their neighbors noticed the beauties and wanted to brag to these people.

Nevertheless, when the time came, the spectators became silent, not willing to talk loudly other than in hushed tones.

Two figures walked into the battle platform. The female figure was radiating absolute calmness while the male figure had nervousness along with determination etched on his face.

Princess Isabella looked at her opponent and imperceptibly nodded her head to his determination. She felt that a man should not back down just because he felt that he would lose.

On top of that, she noticed a peculiar gaze at her from the audience seat and saw a familiar face smiling at her.

She paused for an instant as she turned surprised but continued to walk towards the initial position. Unknowingly, her steps turned slightly nervous, although it was not perceivable with her grand strides.

One she and the opponent stood at a kilometer distance, the referee opened his mouth.

"Let the finals..."

"Stop!"

A voice echoed and suddenly, the referee was interrupted.

The referee who had a Peak-Level Law Dominion Stage Cultivation slightly frowned when he looked at the source of the voice, "What is it?"

It was none other than the male finalist.

"Are external items allowed?"

The referee harrumphed before he said, "Didn't you read the rules? Since it's the finals, I'll explain it once again."

"As long as it is yours and not from your family members or others."

"Didn't you see Wilhelm Abel use his sword? Although the sword could be marked as a non-external item, it is still an external item."

"If you can afford to carry around such items with you by your own effort, then feel free to use it!"

"I didn't mean that... I was about to ask if I can use items that are at the Emperor Grade."

The referee's pupils instantly dilated but a moment later, he imperceptibly sneered and said, "Of course, if you have the capability to own it by yourself. However, if it is found that you have cheated through borrowing it, then you will be met with the punishment of disobeying the rules of the tournament."

The male finalist suddenly relaxed and looked at Princess Isabella with a forced smile on his face.

"As you can see, Miss Isabella. I do have an Eighth Stage Treasure I can use to defeat you, but I am not willing to do so."

With a slight pause, he added with a question, "Can you just surrender?"

Numerous sounds of disbelief erupted in the spectator seats.

'Emperor Grade? An Eighth Stage Treasure?'

'Just surrender?'

Even Davis was flabbergasted for a moment. Then he instantly tried to see through the male finalist's expression and body language, trying to find out whether he was lying or not.

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In the VIP platform, Crown Prince Hadre almost fell from his seat from boisterous laughter.

"He's trying to hoodwink her!? Haha!"

The Royal Protectors also had smiles on their faces as they shook their heads.

"Does he really think he can cheat an expert of that caliber? Is his brain made up of mushy clay?"

Contrary to the laughter before, Royal Protector Aleron suddenly frowned.

He had been thinking of pleasing Miss Isabella with gifts but there was a person trying to cheat her with deceit.

If Eighth Stage Items can be obtained easily, then why even he didn't have one!?

Suddenly, Crown Prince Hadre's eyes narrowed before he uttered, "This could be problematic..."

Royal Protector Aleron, who was frowning cast his gaze over to the battle platform and his eyes widened in shock.

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On the battle platform, the male finalist tried to convince Miss Isabella but the latter didn't speak nor did she converse to him with her body language. Her intent was clear, that she wouldn't back down with just a scare.

Besides, he didn't know that even if he had an Eighth Stage Treasure to threaten her, she wasn't panicked at all.

The male finalist looked sullen. He stared at Miss Isabella for a few more seconds and sighed before he opened his mouth, "You have forced me."