Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights Chapter 394 Wish Me Luck

With a resounding thud, the panda slammed the harpy's head into the ground. Though the harpy's attack managed to leave a shallow graze on the panda, it was inconsequential. The panda then yanked Arden free and hurled her towards a wall before turning its attention back to Alora.

"Look at what you did to my target?" Alora tutted, her gaze shifting to Percival, who observed from behind the portcullis, and Godfrey, whose face was pressed against the ground.

'Scared to watch? Hmm… it can't be that the golden ace is afraid of seeing his teammates getting beaten? We made one a Paragon, they should be grateful.'

Rising to her feet, Alora recalled her summon and made her retreat.

"That wasn't a pretty sight indeed but… we have a summon who can get them back as new and not just that, Arden has risen from the Saint Tier, above the Divine Tier, above the Origin Tier to become a Paragon without a core. I can already imagine she would become a Progenitor with a core."

The speaker's voice boomed as Oliver and Arden were swiftly escorted away, heading directly towards the medical ward where Valentina and other medical personnel awaited them.

A considerable number of onlookers remained uneasy, yet their disquiet was significantly lessened when they considered Arden's evolution. Despite the unfortunate ordeal of being beaten so severely, her advancement was undeniable. Meanwhile, hundreds of Cohort Regulars erupted in cheers.

Their indoctrination into Saul's principles ran deeper than those in the city. They could perceive Arden's increased power, a beneficial outcome in the long run, though the harsh beating was still unsettling to witness.

"This is what Vagabonds face in dungeons, sometimes losing limbs. This is much better compared to losing your life. This tournament might not be pretty but it will bring out the best out of the best," the speaker's voice reverberated.

"Unfortunately for Team Yellow, they're down to two against four. The next fight will be one summoner against Captain Saul's weakest summon and it will begin in a few minutes!" he announced.

With a series of rumbling sounds, the chambers descended, and both teams returned to the ground floor. As the room settled and the grinding of stone ceased, Percival took a seat.

"You didn't watch the fight."

"I didn't but I heard it. Every single thing. As I listened, I saw and as I saw, I grew angry. I ground my teeth until I was smiling at the end. My lips had a smile but my teeth clenched hard."

Godfrey slowly raised his head, his eyes meeting Percival's.

"I anticipated it but when I saw it…" Percival exhaled. "Saul isn't as battle-oriented as we thought or he has people around him to fulfil the role of a shrewd mind. That term weakest. They're spreading it to make people think it's fair since Saul never revealed Dax as his summon until he came back and swiftly retrieved him. Few people still know, from what I've figured out."

He stood. "The mission is to win. I'll make sure I go out with Abaddon but let's go see our teammate."

Godfrey rose and the two departed. Percival led the way, with Godfrey following behind, absorbed in his thoughts.

At the T-junction, they encountered Team Black also exiting the area.

Alora offered a wave, but they proceeded past without acknowledgment. Nathan noticed Godfrey's sideways glance; it was cold, chillingly so, causing him to falter momentarily, though the intense gaze was brief.

'I understand Saul now. You might negotiate with the devil but not with an angel. That angel means a straight forward man, one aspect personified, not shrewd, just retribution in the most direct form and that… is what I am going to do. He was right. Never run to an angel who isn't on your side,' Godfrey mused internally.

His piercing look was merely a fleeting moment as both young men continued towards the exit.

Arnold patted Nathan's head. "There's no need to worry, he won't get to pass me."

"Please let him. I want to feel the full extent of his strength. I'm sure if I use my skills together with Nathan, we can bring him down." Alora's words prompted Arnold to shrug.

"It depends."

"On what? Why do you hold him in such high regard?!" Alora questioned Arnold, her brow furrowed deeply.

"I have not seen a summoner like that young man. It's almost like before him, others can't call themselves summoners. That's why it depends. If he uses one or maybe two summons, both of you might win but if he summons an army, I doubt it."

Arnold's explanation caused Alora to blink in surprise.

"An army?"

"Yes. That young man has hundreds if not thousands of summons in his soul space. He's called the Golden Armoured Devil for a reason in the outside world."

Alora and Nathan exchanged a look.

***

Godfrey and Percival proceeded to the infirmary within the camp, commonly known as the Vagabond clinic. There, they found Oliver resting on a cot, while Arden had been moved to another section due to complications from her summoning. A nurse approached them with a gentle smile and stated, "Their conditions are not critical. With Mrs. Daniels present, there's no possibility of them succumbing."

Both men turned their attention to the nurse.

"That is excellent news to hear," Percival responded.

"When will they awaken so we can visit them?" Godfrey inquired.

"We can mend their physical injuries within moments, but adequate mental recuperation will require several hours before we can recommend interaction," the nurse explained.

Godfrey gave a nod, turned, and exited the room, with Percival following closely behind. They returned to their own quarters in profound silence. Shortly thereafter, the room vibrated and began its ascent once more.

"We welcome to the arena, Percival of Team Yellow! The renowned Blue Ace, master of the seas, will face Abaddon, the right-hand man of Captain Saul! I am absolutely certain this will be an exhilarating clash. The excitement is already palpable," the announcer's voice boomed as the chamber came to a final halt. Sunlight then streamed into the room through the portcullis.

The roar of the spectators was significantly more intense than during the initial match. A considerable number were eager to witness Percival's return, especially after the news of his departure to another world had circulated months prior.

Percival stood up and extended his hand towards Godfrey.

"Wish me good fortune."