Earth's Greatest Magus

Emery and the other arrived at the medical center to check on Thra' condition.

When they arrived, they aw that the unconciou Barbarian wa ubmerged in a liquid tank, and now all that wa left for them wa to wait for hi recovery.

Fortunately, none of the injurie he bore were lethal enough to endanger hi life. In fact, it wa etimated that he would only need at mot an hour before hi wound were all healed and he fully recovered.

After confirming that Thra wa in good hand, the four returned back into their deignated terrace and looked at the ongoing fight.

Currently, the fight between Lyndell and Anzi Tamai wa already halfway through, and urpriingly in favor of the nimble female acolyte.

The man donning a mak, Anzi, wa een pierced by Lyndell' [Divine Arrow] a he kited the former throughout the arena.

Being eentially an undead, the Inhuman poeed the glaring weakne of the light element, hence it wa an unfavorable match-up for Anzi. it wa even more o when combined with the fact that hi opponent ecel in both Light Element and long-ditance warfare.

"Arrghhh!!"

Anzi roared once again when the third light arrow truck hi body. The man, however, kept the chae alive, falling right into the agile female fighter' arrow.

Lyndell wa a good comrade during Andora' miion, o Emery of coure cheered and upported her intead of the Cro family' bodyguard for their young mater, who wa involved in Klea' kidnapping.

"Lyndell!! You hould aim at the head!! The head!!" Shouted Klea, ecited eeing the peron he loathed being beaten up.

The ight of more and more arrow pierced through the undead' fleh increaed the liveline of cheer from the group, particularly Klea.

Until uddenly the floor below Lyndell' feet blew apart a a montrou dark-rooted arm came tearing through out of the ground and grabbed the female acolyte' body.

Wailing cream of the female acolyte echoed throughout the arena a he got caught under the clutche of Azni.

The duel went in a completely oppoite direction from then on a Lyndell went from a propective winner to a plaything in Anzi' hand.

The Undead mahed her over and again like a ragdoll uing hi montrou trength. It continued on for a while until the referee decided to intervene, whereupon he toed Lyndell aide, which wa now unconciou and in half-dead tate.

"Anzi Tamai win!"

Emery and hi group turned their head to Roran a the latter bared hi teeth in the direction of Anzi, enraged by what he did to hi ubordinate. But he quickly calmed himelf, not letting anger conume him.

There wa another match left before it wa Roran' turn; he would have plenty of opportunity to vent hi team during that.

"Olivier Arkaland veru Jai Strider,"

From the get-go, Jai went all out and urrounded the Sword Saint with hi metal warrior a one epected; however, Emery releaed an incredulou gap at the ight of Jai' metal warrior which had dratically grown ince their lat fight.

Accompanied by the 15 warrior in hining white armor, were 15 in pitch-black armor metal warrior, all bearing the ame trength implying that Jai' fighting force had increaed by twofold at the very leat.

What wa intereting wa not jut the number, but the tactic ued by Jai.

Intead of blindly letting them charge through, the metal puppeteer ent hi warrior in wave, enough to dirupt the Sword Saint' attempt of cating hi time pell and eploit the mot during the gap between the pell cating.

It became a long, arduou fight, and for a minute, it looked like the battle tarted to tilt in Jai' favor, and ome preumed that thi would be the end of Sword Saint' journey in thi tournament.

Unfortunately, the Sword Saint' pirit pool turned out to hold on long enough to detroy Jai warrior one after another.

It wa obviou that hi defeat to Mahinder the monk before had taught Olivier to fight carefully and efficiently manage hi pirit pool.

When all of Jai' 30 metal warrior were demolihed, the Metal Puppeteer had no choice but to admit hi defeat.

"Olivier Arkaland win!"

The crowd once again roe from their eat to cheer for uch a well-deerved entertaining fight.

Seven matche have paed, even acolyte have been choen into the quarterfinal, and the lat match would determine who would take the final pot.

"Annara Vermont veru Roran Harlight"

Thi wa the lat match of the day, and the pectator were hoping for a good ending; hence the cheering grew louder than uual.

The moment the golden-haired Roran of the Harlight tepped onto the large tage, loud cream and hout rang out in upport all over the place.

On the contrary, when it wa time for the female half-blood, mot of the crowd turned mute, almot cold, coupled with boo and hate againt her. A complete oppoite of what they howed before.

Annara threw a blind eye at their repone and gazed at Roran. Although they were not in a friendly relation, the two were comrade in the Andora battle; hence Roran gave a friendly geture a the two faced each other.

The red-hair, pale-kin female, however, appeared colder than uual a he didn't give a repone back. She quickly tranformed into the half-blood bat tranformation, which made her receive more hate threat from people who cared enough to open their mouth and a withered cowl from other pectator.

There wa an unuual epreion on Annara' face, which he quickly hid behind her fierce dark flame pell.<ub></ub>

[Hell Flame].

Roran replied with the harpet kill he owned, hi wit, and fought while analyzing each movement and coming up with the mot appropriate and effective counter.

[Shield Dah]

He booted himelf to increae hi agility a he approached and played againt hi opponent' mind, crutinizing for the perfect opportunity.

To gain advantage, the female half-blood tarted to ue her innate ability [Sonic boom], one that could affect her opponent' mind, but Roran had thought of a imple way to neutralize it.

He raied hi word and continuouly hit it againt hi metal hield, creating hi own makehift loud vibration and noie.

Uing ound againt ound. he dampened the opponent' attack before it could even reach him.

It wa a imple but effective olution worthy of the mart Harlight prince.

Annara on the other hand appeared troubled but not becaue of her failed attempt.

Realizing it Roran aid "What i wrong!! Jut give me your bet!"

She gazed at Roran with a ditant empty tare and finally aid in her flat, monotone voice.

"I am orry Roran.."

During duel, apologie commonly carried a hint of arcam within and were ued to mock or taunt opponent.

That' what Roran aumed it to be, but he felt there wa real remore when the girl aid it.

"I would prefer the Cro family, but you are the only one I got, o I am orry." he continued, making her intention clear.

Hearing uch word, Roran, confued, once again almot believed that he wa jut playing with hi mind.

However, the net thing he did urpried him, A Annara ued her proficiency in throwing weapon to harm Roran with a hidden weapon – a thin ilver needle.

"Wow!! That' not nice!!" Roran houted a he blocked it with hi hield. Unfortunately, there wa one that managed to pierce hi houlder.

It wa not againt the rule to ue a hidden weapon, but till conidered a direpectful and depicable act during a battle.

The pectator roared, even the one who choe to remain ilent before ent their cure toward Annara.

A for Roran, he wa tartled a apparently the needle wa meared by lethal poion, one o deadly that it wiftly incapacitated him from any movement.

"What…are you doing..?" Roran trained to barely articulate hi word, but before he could finih, Annara had already relocated herelf at terrifying peed and appeared behind the Harlight prince before he ued her innate ability [Vampiric Bite], to bite hi neck.

The Harlight prince, unable to make a ingle move, tood there a poion ran through hi ytem.

A ene of hollowne appeared within him a he powerlely got hi blood ucked continuouly, turning Roran pale a life wa being ucked out of him.

Whether it wa pleaant or not, the winner wa clear, but even when the referee announced her win, Annara till continued to drain blood out of Roram' pale body.

"Stop!" Stop at once!!" Ordered the referee a he ruhed into the ite.

A oon a the official got involved, Annara finally decided to let go of her prey, and with her mouth till covered in blood, he glanced at Emery with her dead-flat eye.

The gaze aroe a udden anioune within Emery, a hi heart tightened with a bad premonition.

What followed wa a medical team ruhing onto the ite to help, and a moment later, the referee made a geture with hi hand that hook all the pectator watching the tournament.

Roran Harlight ha died.

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