Weapon seller in the world of magic

The crowd had fallen into a stunned silence as the prince of the mighty Heavenly Ocean Empire was forced to kneel on the ground. It wasn't just him alone. Even the Proctor, who was kinda at a safe distance in the sky, was forced to crash to the ground; his Saint realm cultivation ended up as nothing in front of Mark's Gravity Dome.

Mark then raised the Desert Eagle and aimed at Lei Fengyun's shoulder.

Bang!

The gun roared like a thunderclap.

A burst of golden flame erupted from the adamantine bullet as it smashed into Lei Fengyun's shoulder with brutal force.

*Argh…*

The noble prince let out a guttural scream, his body jerking backward as the impact sent him sprawling on the frozen ground, blood spurting into the cold air.

Cries of shock echoed throughout the arena.

"He's using that same artifact he used earlier. What is that Artifact?"

"Depending on an artifact? That's dishonorable."

"Hmpf, how do you know whether it is a weapon or an artifact. Your prince can use a sword, but Lan Zhen can use that… that… whatever it is?"

"Hey, you focus too much on the artifact. Look at the scene first. Prince Lei and the Elder both crashed to the ground. They couldn't even stand."

"I bet it is the artifact's powers."

"Who cares about it? As long as you win, that's what matters."

"Please, if you are depending on artifacts, that itself states that you are weak."

"Does the King become weak if he uses soldiers to fight a war for him? Hmpf… your sense of judgment is really poor."

"Lei Fengyun didn't even stand a chance…"

While mixed reactions were drawn from the public, Mark walked toward him at a slow, measured pace. He didn't care about the fallen Proctor, who was struggling to get up. Even with his Qi pouring outside to strengthen his body, he could only, at best, kneel.

With every step from Mark, Lei Fenghyun's heartbeat rose faster, whether it is fear or anger.

"I said I would totally humiliate you today," Mark said, casually adjusting the aim once again.

Bang!

This time, the bullet struck Lei Fengyun's thigh.

"Argh…"

Another scream. More blood.

Mark didn't stop.

Bang! The second leg.

Bang! The other shoulder.

By the time Mark stood over him again, Lei Fengyun was trembling, four bloodied holes in his limbs, his halberd forgotten on the ground beside him.

The mighty 17th prince of the Heavenly Ocean Empire was lying on the ground like a broken doll, gasping, twitching, utterly powerless.

The Elders couldn't believe what they were witnessing. Now, they couldn't help but become intrigued by the weapon Mark is holding.

Mark then crouched beside him, lowering his voice, but still loud enough for everyone to hear. "Let me guess. You thought this was going to be a grand display. You thought you would expose my birth secrets, turn the audience against me, then defeat me and make yourself the hero. Right?"

Lei Fengyun coughed violently. Power surged in him. He forcefully burned his life force to release Qi and tried to get up, "Raaaa…."

"Ark, Raise the Gravity by another 100g."

*Ding!

The gravitational force inside the invisible dome suddenly surged, and Lei Fenghyun was once again suppressed to his knees with a thud.

"You know what your mistake was?" Mark whispered, bringing the muzzle of the gun next to the prince's ear. "You assumed I cared what they thought."

Bang!

At point-blank range, Mark shot the bullet.

*Arghhh!

A loud scream escaped from Lei Fenghyun as his left ear turned bloody.

The spectators gasp at the sight.

Mark then subtly shifted the Gun, aiming at his right ear, wearing a smile on his face. "Now, would you like to tell me why? It's not like we have personal enmity."

"Lan Zhe…" *Cough*

Lei Fenghyun coughed out a mouthful of blood, reddened in anger, but instead of making any move, he fell forward. Mark jumped up and moved away in reflex.

Lei Fenghyun fell to his face and didn't wake up yet.

Mark blinked. "That's it? I didn't even get to use half of the magazine. His willpower is really too low."

Letting out a sigh, Mark shook his head, then speaking aloud as he raised his head. "Hey, Proctor. Announce the results. The participant is… Huh?"

Mark saw no one in the sky. He was taken aback and looked around, only to find a struggling elder. He blinked in realization. "Oh, you also got caught up in it, heh?"

He raised his hand, just for show-off purposes, and mumbled. "Dismiss."

The pressure was lifted off instantly, the Proctor rose to his feet with great relief.

Looking at Mark, he growled. "You… how dare you attack a Proctor?"

Mark tilted his head. "Hmm?"

The Proctor released his aura, his Qi enveloping him in rage.

"Stand down, Elder Yan." A voice came from the stands. It's the Sect Leader.

The Proctor dismissed his anger immediately and turned to the stands, giving a deep bow and cupping his fists. "I apologize. I let my emotions get the better of me. But, in my defense, Contestant Lan broke the rules and attacked a Proctor."

"Do you have anything to say to that accusation, Lan Zhen?" The Sect Leader asked Mark instead.

Mark shrugged. "It was an area-wide technique. If he comes into my range, it's his fault, not mine. And to be a fact, for someone who cannot even resist a contestant's attack isn't qualified to be a Proctor. For the finals, it's better to have a stronger one. One that doesn't show any bias. One that doesn't try to attack a contestant. One that can keep his emotions in check."

"You…" The Proctor looked at him in hatred. He experienced half a minute of helplessness, akin to hell, and now, humiliated in front of disciples? He is a Saint realm expert, a second-stage transcendent being. If he doesn't teach him a lesson, he wouldn't be able to lift his head in the sect.

As if that wasn't enough, Mark didn't even wait for the Sect Leader's response to his explanation. He calmly walked away from the battle platform.

Then, as if remembering something, he paused and looked back over his shoulder, glaring at the section of the stands where boos were originally came from.

"Those, my little friends in the stands," Mark said aloud, gesturing coldly to the section of the crowd that had led the chants earlier, "Don't think that you can slander someone just because you are in a crowd. You never know whether some people have eidetic memories and some bear grudges."

After giving a warning, Mark walked off the battlefield to dead silence. No cheers. No booing. Just a wall of stunned faces, uncertain of what to do.

The Sect Leader let out a sigh and spoke softly. "Elder Yan, declare the winner."

The Proctor hesitantly raised his hand. "V-victory… goes to Lan Zhen."

The silent audience now suddenly erupted with the announcement.

Shouts, cheers, and disbelieving gasps filled the coliseum. Some disciples were in awe, others horrified.

Lan Xia, standing among the spectators, exhaled slowly. "As long as I maintain a distance of 70 Bu (~105m), I will have enough time to dodge those metallic projectiles. That means…" She smiled as she raised her head. "The best setting for our battle should be the sky."