Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory-Chapter 145: One versus four

"Since everyone’s here, shall we begin?" Demon King Faker glanced at Caesar and spoke calmly.

Caesar’s expression shifted slightly before he responded, "We need to wait a little longer."

Faker’s eyes narrowed. "You’re already here. What are we waiting for?"

Caesar exhaled and explained, "For the final match of the Global Battlefield Intercontinental Championship—our Asia vs. North America showdown—I won’t be representing Greater America."

A murmur rippled through the crowd.

The rumors about Greater America switching players at the last minute had been circulating for a while, but most people dismissed them as nonsense. After all, when it came to Greater America, there were really only two names that mattered: Overlord Caesar and Xavian Serpentis.

Anyone else? Not even worth considering.

But now, with both Caesar and Xavian standing right here, if neither of them was competing... then who the hell was? Could it really be that mysterious "Draconic Pact" everyone had been buzzing about online?

No way... right?

A sharp laugh cut through the tension. "Greater America switching players last minute? Caesar, who gave you that authority?" Amaterasu sneered, his voice dripping with mockery.

Caesar’s face darkened. "What are you trying to say, Amaterasu?"

Amaterasu stood up, smirking as he looked Caesar dead in the eye. "I think you’re forgetting something. Global Battlefield is an international competition—it’s not just some playground where Greater America gets to do whatever the hell it wants. Swapping players at the last second? You think it’s that easy?"

The North American players bristled at his words.

They could all see it—Amaterasu was deliberately stirring up trouble.

Xavian Serpentis’s voice was ice-cold. "Then what do you want?"

Amaterasu chuckled. "What do I want? Heh. Let’s wait until your guy actually shows up."

With that, he sat back down.

At that moment, Nathaniel stepped into the arena, Ethan following right behind him. Instantly, every pair of eyes locked onto them.

"Ethan, sir!"

"Good to see you, Mr. Ethan..."

One by one, Xavian, Caesar, and the others greeted Ethan with a respectful nod.

Seeing this, Vishnu from India suddenly burst into laughter, his voice laced with ridicule.

"Ethan? Are you two out of your damn minds? Him? Hahahaha! Is Greater America really this desperate? You’re sending some random kid to embarrass yourselves? Caesar, you might as well fight yourself. You’d still lose, but at least you’d go down with some dignity! Hahahaha!"

Xavian and Caesar’s expressions turned ice-cold.

They stood up.

Stepped forward.

"Vishnu, are you looking to die?"

"Shut your damn mouth!"

"Enough."

Demon King Faker’s voice was slow and deliberate as he lazily glanced at Ethan, his expression filled with disdain. "So, this is the guy representing Greater America?"

"Confirmed." Nathaniel’s face remained calm as he replied, "Caesar isn’t in the best condition, so Ethan will be taking his place. Apologies for not informing everyone sooner."

Not in the best condition?

The moment Nathaniel said that, the crowd let out another round of mocking laughter.

But no one called him out on it.

"Switching players is fine, but we need to respect the rules. Since the player has changed, the rules should change too."

The voice came from Skylon, who had remained silent until now. His tone was calm, almost indifferent.

The moment he spoke, Nathaniel didn’t respond immediately, but his eyes narrowed slightly.

His gaze swept across Vishnu, Amaterasu, Skylon, and even Demon King Faker, lingering on each of them. Slowly, his brows furrowed.

As if he had just pieced something together.

At the same time, some of the more well-informed elite players from various countries exchanged knowing smirks.

"Vishnu, Amaterasu, Skylon... and even Demon King Faker."

"These four? The forces backing them practically control all of Asia. No single country can stand against them. If nothing unexpected happens, North America’s representatives are about to be completely wiped out from Global Battlefield. Another year of failure."

Xavian Serpentis and Overlord Caesar seemed to realize the same thing. Their pupils shrank, and their expressions darkened.

But before anyone could react further, Ethan suddenly chuckled.

"Alright, enough with the games. Just say it—how do you want to change the rules? And how do you want to fight?"

Shff!

Every gaze in the arena snapped toward him.

Especially Demon King Faker. He studied Ethan for a long moment before letting out a soft chuckle, his voice laced with mockery.

"Not bad. You’ve got guts. In that case, I’ll be direct..."

"You just have to pick any three of us and defeat them. Do that, and you qualify for the Global Finals."

A brief silence.

Skylon and Amaterasu both blinked in surprise.

One versus three?

Wasn’t it supposed to be one versus two?

"This is ridiculous!" Nathaniel’s face twisted in anger. "On what grounds? A three-on-one fight? That’s impossible!"

"On what grounds?"

Demon King Faker smirked.

Hands clasped behind his back, he strode toward Nathaniel.

Step by step.

Until they were face to face.

Less than three inches apart.

Then, his eyes turned sharp.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Two blinding flashes of light erupted on either side.

The air crackled as two Tier-11 Tidesworn Kenshi materialized, their long blades spinning midair before locking into place—one at Ethan’s throat, the other at Nathaniel’s.

"You—you dare!?"

"Outrageous!"

Caesar and Xavian’s fury exploded. They lunged forward, but—

Bang!

Amaterasu and Vishnu moved instantly, blocking their path from both sides.

Meanwhile, Demon King Faker stood tall, looking down at Ethan’s unreadable expression and Nathaniel’s seething rage.

Then, he threw his head back and laughed.

"Old man, do you get it now? This—this is why! Power! Hahahaha—"

But his laughter barely lasted half a second before it froze.

His pupils contracted.

His expression stiffened.

A moment later, his gaze darkened, shifting to Ethan with a mix of disbelief and fury.

"You... you actually dared to force a PK with me?"

The moment Demon King Faker said those words, everyone froze for a second.

Then, their expressions turned strange.

Especially Amaterasu, Vishnu, and Skylon—their eyes twitched, flickering with uncertainty, as a vague sense of unease crept into their hearts.

It wasn’t that they were afraid of being forced into a PK match. No, what truly baffled them was this—under circumstances as catastrophic as a meteor crashing into Earth, what exactly gave Ethan the confidence, the audacity, to force a PK against him—the number one player in all of Asia? A top ten player in the entire world?!

"Weren’t you the ones provoking me to make a move?" Ethan chuckled, his gaze sweeping over Demon King Faker, Amaterasu, Vishnu, and Skylon one by one.

Then, as if he found the whole situation beneath him, he shook his head slightly and said in a calm, almost indifferent tone, "The weaker someone is, the louder they bark. A bunch of shameless clowns—do you really think you’re something special?"

The moment those words left his mouth, the entire room shifted.

"Arrogant."

"Ignorant."

"You’re asking for death!"

Demon King Faker’s eyes turned sharp, locking onto Ethan with an icy glare. "I don’t know where you got the nerve to talk to me—to us—like that. Do you really think just because you got lucky and managed to obtain a Tier 3 Magic and an 11-Tier Unicorn, you suddenly have the right to act all high and mighty in front of us?"

At the same time, Skylon stepped forward, his voice cold as steel. "Kid, you think you’re tough? There’s always someone tougher. Use your damn brain. And let me remind you—when people like us are here, this is not a place where you get to run wild. Got it?"

Coming from Skylon, the second-ranked player in all of Asia, those words were practically a death sentence.

But Ethan?

He just let out a low chuckle. "Heh... You know what? Forget you losers. Even if the top players from Europe, the Middle East, or Russiania were standing here, I still wouldn’t give a damn. And as for you? You’re not even qualified to say that to me."

The moment he finished speaking—

BAM!

A forced PK request shot straight at Skylon!

Skylon’s face darkened instantly. His eyes flickered, and for a brief moment, he actually hesitated to respond.

But Ethan didn’t stop there.

Without even waiting for Amaterasu and Vishnu to react, he strolled toward them, his expression calm and unshaken.

Then—

BAM! BAM!

Two more forced PK requests flew out!

Vishnu and Amaterasu froze in place, their faces filled with disbelief.

"You... You actually dared to force a PK on us?!"

The entire room fell into dead silence.

"He... He’s seriously planning to take on all four of them? One versus four?"

"That’s insane! There’s no way—"

"But... this..."

"This guy is completely out of his mind!"

A few seconds later, the entire crowd erupted into chaos!

One versus four.

And not just against anyone—his opponents were Demon King Faker, Skylon, Amaterasu, and Vishnu, the absolute top-tier players of Asia.

If this wasn’t suicide, then what the hell was it?!

And yet, the more insane this seemed, the more a chilling fear crept into their hearts.

Because let’s be real—anyone who made it to this stage was, at the very least, ranked within their country’s top 1,000 players. And those who were qualified to be recommended for Global Battlefield? They were practically the pinnacle of their nation’s elite.

Would someone like that really be this reckless?

They wanted to believe he was just being stupid...

But their instincts screamed otherwise.

No.

No one at this level could be that dumb.

"What are you all standing around for? Get your asses up here."

A voice rang out from the arena.

Everyone looked up—Ethan was already standing on the platform, waiting.

Now it was Demon King Faker, Skylon, and the others who found themselves hesitating, exchanging uncertain glances.

For a brief moment—none of them moved.

"What’s wrong? You scared?" Ethan stretched lazily, his tone casual, almost bored. freēwēbnovel.com

"Scared? Don’t make me laugh! Why the hell would we be scared of you?!" Demon King Faker’s face darkened, his voice dripping with mockery.

"Then quit stalling and get the hell up here!" Ethan snapped, not bothering to hold back.

Demon King Faker’s expression twisted—his face shifting from pale to flushed with rage. In the end, he clenched his teeth, eyes flashing with murderous intent, and stormed toward the arena.

Seeing this, Amaterasu, Vishnu, and Skylon exchanged looks once more—then, gritting their teeth, they followed.

And just like that—both sides were on the battlefield.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The moment they stepped onto the platform, Demon King Faker wasted no time summoning his forces.

Demon King Faker’s lineup:

11-Tier Tidesworn Kenshi ×2

10-Tier Ice Maiden ×2

9-Tier Minotaur-born D-rank Epic Hero

Skylon’s lineup:

10-Tier Special Hidden Unit – Venom Wyvern ×4

7-Tier Basilisk-born SSS-rank Blue Rare Hero

Amaterasu’s lineup:

11-Tier Wyvern ×2

10-Tier Thunderbird ×2

7-Tier Ogre-born SSS-rank Blue Rare Hero

Vishnu’s lineup:

11-Tier Naga Siren ×2

10-Tier Special Hidden Unit – Panther Warrior ×2

7-Tier Swordsman-born S-rank Blue Rare Hero

A sharp hiss echoed through the crowd.

The entire arena fell into stunned silence.

Then—

A wave of tension swept through the spectators.

Countless people clenched their fists, their nerves stretched taut.

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