Because everyone had already been exhausted, the participants had been unable to save themselves.
It was only due to the elders of the Olympus federation that they were able to survive the icy cold that permeated the air and seemed to seep through their bones.
The elders had saved them from the dangers before anything worse could happen, which was their death.
The grim reaper had already knocked on their doors and was about to reap their souls, and every single member of the remaining participants knew that they had just escaped death.
"Just how could he have that much mana left!!" Xyna mumbled in astonishment while gritting her teeth.
She had wanted to win the liberation tournament by all means in order to show everyone that she was different from her older sister and that she was the strongest prodigy!
However, not only Jason, who was extremely young, but from a mysterious race, but also Jarid, who was also much younger than her, had been able to fight against her.
And that was after Xyna had used every single trick up her sleeve.
It hurt her pride deeply, and despite knowing that it was already over, she couldn't accept the result.
Even after looking at the gigantic frozen palace-like structure, Jason had created within a moment, Xyna didn't want to acknowledge the truth!
Jarid felt a similar sting of hurt, but he was able to acknowledge that Jason was stronger than him.
Despite honing his skills and growing several times stronger than his earlier form, Jarid was still weaker than Jason, whose progress was unparalleled.
This was shocking, but it also told Jarid that he had yet to unlock his true potential and that the Olympus federation and Argos were just the tip of the iceberg!
They might have had a slower start than others, but it was evident that they had the potential to become someone renowned in the whole wide world as long as they could reach places with enough energy for them to grow stronger.
Being restricted by something as simple as the lack of abundant and dense mana was ridiculous, and Jarid knew that there were several candidates who wouldn't stay behind on Argos for long.
Even the old men of the Olympus federation were urging the others to leave, to find their own path, and to not be restricted by other races that thought too highly of themselves, because the representatives of other races in the Olympus federation had been exactly the same, condescending and snobbish.
Most of the younger generation didn't know about the entire truth of the Olympus federation's origin, but every race was eager to let their prodigies grow while giving them possible places of where their ancestors could be.
Having been separated due to the world bridges restrictions, it was unknown whether the rest of their race had been annihilated, or if they found a place to live, to prosper, to rebuild their combat strength in order to fight back!
As such, the older authorities could only give their best to provide cultivation resources and every little help they could in order to allow their descendants to grow and regain their race's honor.
However, in the end, Jason, someone from a newly emerged race, called human, had defeated every single one of the carefully nurtured prodigies of the youngest generation, shattering their prideful egos made of brittle glass.
Yet, instead of feeling angry or hurt, everyone's gaze that was fixated on the young man who slowly descended to the ground of the arena was filled with reverence and excitement.
'If the human race has only a few individuals of similar caliber...we might be able to fight back much sooner than expected!!'
The Olympus federation knew about the world bridges all around Canir and the Archipelago.
As such, they were also fully aware that there was not a single similar world bridge that would lead them to a cultivation paradise similar to the broken world.
For others, it wouldn't be a paradise to cultivate, but for everyone living on Argos, it certainly was!
Because of that though, the Olympus federation authorities' attention was slowly drawn towards the other humans that were called God's children.
Unfortunately, their expression made it look as if they were even more shocked about everything that had happened due to Jason, than the authorities themselves were.
This caused their initial excitement to die down a little bit as one of the dragonewt elders said.
"If the God's children are even half as strong as the halfling, we should definitely form an alliance with them...their resources are not even half as much as ours after all.."
It was the voice of the same female elder dragonewt, who had rescued her granddaughter from being burned alive by Jason's golden-eyed black flame dragon replica.
She didn't seem to hold any resentment towards Jason who had almost killed her daughter, but instead, she could only look at the young man and the God's children as if they were a huge opportunity for the Olympus federation.
The others felt similar, and it was the first instance in a very long time that their opinion had been the exact same.
Meanwhile, Wisse had never looked away from Jason, and it was only when the fight stopped that he stood up from his chair.
Floating through the air, Jason looked like a flash of lightning and his appearance was only noticeable when he appeared right in front of Jarid, whose transformation had already reverted back to reveal his usual self.
His stigma was barely glowing, and it was evident how exhausted the young man was.
"Not bad, brat, not bad!" Wisse said with a small smirk as he released his crimson fire that devoured the frozen palace in no time.
The temperature that had gone down rapidly spiked like crazy, leading to the formation of cracks in the colosseum due to the temperature's sudden change.
Picking up Jason, who barely realised what was going on, Wisse took him to the small space that was designated to the human powerhouses, whom the dragon simply ignored.
Merl was still staring at Jason in shock and confusion and it took him a second to register his faint mana fluctuations and his severe exhaustion.
As such, he instinctively took out several potions which he wanted to give Jason, only to hear the robed man who'd brought Jason to them saying something in the universal language.
His voice sounded rough, and out of the corner of his eye, Merl could only see the serpent-like pupils that glared at him with killing intent.
This caused Merl to stiffen for a moment, only to sag in relief when he saw Wisse take out a transparent vial with purple colored liquid from his spatial ring.
Opening the cork, Wisse ignored everyone's shocked expression as he forced the contents of the vial down Jason's throat, who was oblivious to what happened.
A moment later, Jason felt the surge of an enormous amount of mana and energy spreading through his entire body, re-energizing him.
Opening his eyes, he could only see Wisse's arms holding his shoulder as the dragon said.
"Brat, let's talk after the tournament!"
Jason was still extremely exhausted, but the bone-weary exhaustion seemed to have been replaced by tiredness that was no different than what one would feel from not having slept for a few weeks.
'Just what kind of potion did he give me?'
The human powerhouses were staring at the transparent vial in awe that had still one drop of liquid left within it.
Looking at it, his Emperor Eyes allowed Jason to realise that the potion was not even remotely comparable to the potions concocted by anyone on Argos, or even the professional alchemists inside the broken world!
As such, driven by his interest, Jason answered Wisse with a clear voice that didn't show a trace of hesitation.
"Yes, let's talk!"
This caused Wisse's smirk to widen, only to hear Jason adding another sentence to his clear answer.
"But once I obtained the lesser origin flame, I will have to travel through Argos to solve certain problems, so we might have to talk directly after the tournament before I'll get my reward...and now I'm too sleepy!"
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