Endless Evolution: Last Star - Chapter 1736 1736: The First Desire to Win (Part 2)

Perhaps Zin’s reasons for fighting were not the same as everyone else’s. Unlike many, he didn’t care what others thought of him, or whether they approved of his actions or not.

All of that was irrelevant to Zin, since he always had his own goals, and this Grim Court was no exception.

However, Zin failed to take one simple thing into account: sometimes other people’s actions, their thoughts, and intentions directly affected your life and your goals.

No one in the arena could doubt Zin’s victory. For him, that wouldn’t have meant much. But… it was an indirect indication of how far victory, and thus his goal, was from him.

Strange as it may seem, but only now, when half the spectators had switched sides, and the black blade was plunged into his shoulder, did Zin realize that this fight was important.

He had to win, and only then would he be able to achieve his goal, there was no other way.

A simple truth that had been clear to everyone from their very first fight had only now become clear to Zin.

Victory first, then everything else.

Ripple. Ripple. Ripple.

The sound waves trembled over Zin’s shoulder, preventing Adam’s needle from cutting into his shoulder any deeper.

True, he had already sustained two serious wounds, but if he hadn’t stopped Adam’s attack, the black needle would have sliced him in two.

“Shit…”

Zin cursed, causing Adam’s pupils to narrow. For some reason, he had expected anything but that reaction.

“You know how much I hate doing this? How much I hate breaking the silence? But…” He lowered his gaze to the blood puddle at his feet.

A shiver ran down Adam’s spine.

‘Something’s wrong? What is he about to do?’

Strangely enough, Zin didn’t snap his fingers. No claps or flicks. Nothing like that.

These were the attacks Zin preferred because they were effective, simple, and, most importantly, silent.

However, if he continued to stick to silence, he would die in it, failing to achieve his goal.

“Ah…”

With a deep sigh, Zin opened his mouth as wide as he could, causing Adam’s face to turn as pale as a sheet of paper.

“RGHHHHHOOOOOOOOOO!!!”

A deafening roar crashed down on Adam, filling the entire arena. One sound wave after another slammed into him, causing countless cuts to open on his chest and shoulders.

Blood gushed from his ears in streams, and his eyes filled with blood, ready to burst at any moment.

WHOOOOOOOOSH!

The sound wave threw Adam back into the center of the arena, but the destructive sound didn’t stop there.

The spectators, whether they were Fangs or weaker, had to cover their ears. Zin’s roar wasn’t directed at them, but it felt like their heads were about to explode.

‘Shit! Shit! Shit!’ Sarka cried inwardly, clamping her hands over her ears as tightly as she could. ‘When will this end?!’

Loargh, Vyora, Valleyn, and many others were in the same predicament. Had they been in Adam’s place, they would have sustained injuries just as severe.

Crack. Crack. Crack.

The northern wall of the arena cracked as the rocks crumbled to the ground. The force of the vibrations from Zin’s voice, from his roar, was enough to rival a powerful earthquake.

With great effort, Adam pulled himself up from the ground, watching as blood trickled onto the floor. His ears had suffered serious damage. He could barely hear a thing.

‘Damn it!’ The Silver Weaver exclaimed inwardly as the black thread shattered into energy flows that covered Adam’s ears in two arcs extending across the back of his head.

“That’s better…” Adam exhaled, touching the ground.

He had lost his weapon, but at least he could stand up and look at his opponent.

Gradually, Zin’s roar subsided as the moment of reckoning arrived.

Cough! Cough! Cough!

A bloody cough began. Zin clutched his chest while a searing pain burned in his throat.

This wasn’t the kind of attack he could use often, unlike clicks, claps, and flicks.

“Argh!!!” A final gush of blood spurted from Zin’s mouth as he was finally able to breathe easily.

Adam glanced at the emerald clock. There were only twenty seconds left until the end of the bets.

“Wow… Did you see that?” The man muttered, lowering his hand from his ears.

“Yes.” The woman next to him gulped. “That roar, it was terrifying.”

“He’s had that kind of power all this time? What’s more… He still hasn’t used his Hollow Mark.”

Gradually, the spectators’ faith in Zin began to return.

However, there was no such confidence on his face. Even though his attack had been a success, Adam was still standing, and his aura was more menacing than ever.

‘Right,’ someone thought, nodding deeply. ‘Everyone believes in his strength, in his victory. But he doesn’t believe in himself. I must restore that feeling to him!’

With these thoughts, Es’aha rose from her seat and raised her arm high, drawing everyone’s attention.

In fact, for many of the monsters here, her actions carried more weight than Garzo and Kaerno’s antics. They acted on their desires, while Es’aha did what was right, what she believed in.

Tremble.

The white energy swirled above her, forming into thirteen cubes, the same number Kaerno had bet on Adam’s victory.

“I’m betting thirteen land cubes on Zin’s victory!”

The assistant merely nodded and added Es’aha’s name to the list.

“Only fifteen seconds left!”

“Damn it! Hurry up! Take my bet!”

Es’aha’s gaze was directed neither at the assistant nor at Leerna, the judge, but only at Zin. Her gaze was stern and confident, wanting to see Zin win and nothing more.

Kaerno, who was watching this scene from afar, could do nothing but smirk.

‘Huh, she snapped after all. Good, this will be much more interesting. Perhaps she’s the only one who genuinely wants Zin to win, and he needs to feel that.’

The next fifteen seconds were a veritable hell of betting requests, but the assistants were prepared for this and did their job.

Click.

The emerald clock struck five as Leerna’s voice rang out.

“Betting is now closed!”

Silence.

Silence hung in the air for a moment as Zin smiled and sighed heavily.

“Thank you…” He said into the void, addressing Es’aha.

Then, his hand reached into his coat as he pulled out a simple red apple, fresh and full of life.

“Let’s continue, Adam Vinter.”