The Gods Supremacy.

Chapter 7. A culinary arts.

Selene, although was not willing to depart from Scott, reluctantly sat down among the contestants.

It had to be said, that this two were the closest amount the children of the Walkers.

Their bond was something that was definitely not faked.

It was evidence in their cordial closeness.

Meanwhile Scott on the other hand had nonchalantly walked up towards a row of seats above head.

But just as he passed through an aligned alley of occupied seats.

Many scrutinizing gaze was casted on him.

"Oh look who it's.. if not the useless son from the Walker's."

"He almost scared the hell out of me. I almost thought he was coming over. Hahaha."

"Well, we could make use of the help of someone as him as a footstool." Chuckled mockingly another.

"He wouldn't last a minute. What good is the use of someone like him. He's just a waste of the Walker's. Peradventure he wouldn't last long anyway."

All this criticism of words fell not just into Scott hearing but to the hearing of others around, who couldn't help but turned their head at the fellow, Scott.

Scott calmly sat down not far away from the contestants domain without any flinched of emotional reaction.

As soon as he sat down.

A young man, who also was in his twenties with a sharp and intimidating features that speaks volumes sat next to him.

Infact what was most striking about this man appearance was his eyes. It housed a seductive gaze and tied it around like a charm. As archive as it's, it has gained a dept of shallowness of mystic.

Scott who never even glance the way for once, wasn't aware of this person's presence, but the people around couldn't help but be curious about the latter identity as he exuded an ethereal aura, however even if Scott knew this person identity. He wouldn't flinched in the face of it.

It was evidence that the person was not just a powerhouse that emerged or exists within Mooresville, his existence if knew by the people around would cause a stare in the eyes of the present family.

In a place as this, There was a lot of distraction to satisfy the eyes.

it had to be said that this once in every 7years tournament was unexpectedly melodious this season. As many known and unknown figure could be seen at every corner.

Now as more and more people gathered at the scene, Their presence filled the atmosphere with a unique temperament.

The Hall fully brimmed to the tip told it tales.

Just then someone walked up to the stage accompanied by Two Men who carried along a Black translucent glass jar.

The person was an elderly man in his 50s. He was totally dressed up in a Black Tangible attire, more like a robe and his aura command absolute silence from the audience.

The two men left immediately after setting down the jar on a strange crafted podium.

Just then, the elderly man stood with his head held high.

He undeniably looks presentable on stage, oozing in an air of absolute confidence and took the stage.

"As we all know, that this auspicious occasion has a significant impact not only to the emerge families but to our entire Mooresville. This opportunity only comes every 7years and today marked the 18th times over the century. I believe you all have been well informed and wouldn't disappoint the prestigious reputation of our Mooresville village." The elderly man who was the master of the ceremony glance at the contestants space with knowing looks.

There was actually no room for much emphasized introduction neither was there one for much explanation either.

As for the rules of the contest.

Most of the information had been undoubtedly relayed to the fellows by their respective head of the family.

Infact almost every citizens knows of these rules.

For it had been same rules over the years.

"Now let begin. In this Tournament, There're certain rules but there's just one notable important rule that still need to be reminded."

"Which is the prohibition of killing ones opponent. In this match every success count and can elevate your path to the next stage."

"So put in your best, the fate of our Mooresville village rest on the capability of your skills." As soon as the elderly master of the ceremony was done speaking, he left the stage directly and sat among four others who happened to be comprised of Three elderly and a Woman.

Obviously they were important figure in Mooresville and has absolute strength to back up their claim.

Immediately the crowd began to discuss and murmured among themselves.

Just then a young lady had walked unto the stage.

Ofcourse she was also one of the competitors.

Her looks was charming and not bad not to go unnoticed, And her hair was slightly tied to a knots with ribbon.

She reached for the glass jar and scooped out a tablet with an inscription on it.

But when she saw the name on it, a strange smile replaced her earlier demeanor.

"Miss Rua Lemkins.. You're my opponent." She turned her gaze to the contestants rows.

A young lady stood up from the group and walked on stage.

she was quietly agitated by the sight of her so called challenger. She came from a high ranking family which was no less of a second class family.

When had she ever been so ridiculed in her life.

She found her opponent unworthy as to fight hand in hand.

Although she was not pleased with this undeniable fact, she knew there was nothing she could do to change it.

A devilish smile slowly aroused in between her lips and she thought to herself, "Maybe it's fate playing it's part, Well I can only use this means to use her as an example for others to learn not to provoke me."

At this moment, the two stood not far from each other.

obviously assessing each other strength.

But it had to be said that this Two had a kind of computable aura that tells a behind the scene tales of something more than the eyes meet.

It was likely meeting an old enemy.

A culinary arts of intensified perceptions was definitely in play as both parties sternly stared intently at each other.

Causing the room temperature to suddenly stopped dropped to a certain degree.

The atmosphere became mysteriously aerie and dangerous.