Chapter 85: Versus Martial Artist
“That one just now is indeed the 【Noble of the Nine-Five】 with imperial bloodline,” Nicholas whispered to Zamiyah. She nodded slightly, her smile widening, but she remained silent, with no intention to reveal Xuelian’s identity here.
On the stage, Xuelian was slightly stunned, her mood seeming very poor. Regardless of whether the score was fair or not, she turned and left the stage. Poor Calibi could only be awkwardly carried off by the staff.
“Alright, then let’s proceed to the second round of the contest. Please, Lord Nicholas, draw the number!”
As soon as the words fell, Nicholas stood up. With a light wave of his right hand, the card was drawn, and there was a slight impact. The number was revealed.
In the following dozens of rounds, Tyr remained seated in the VIP seats, surprisingly not being chosen. However, his expression grew increasingly solemn as he continued to watch.
“Unique magic.”
After awakening, individuals may manifest various abilities according to their own constitution. Generally, unique magic awakens when one reaches the third level of a regular mage, but there are also prodigies who awaken earlier.
Nowadays, out of the dozen or so matches Tyr has witnessed, only two have been won by warriors. Although some were disadvantaged due to the suppression of superior “Qi and Harmony”, the situation is overwhelmingly one-sided…
The warriors all possess the experience of a “Royal” level expert. Even in defeat, it shouldn’t be too embarrassing. However, the emergence of unique magic has instantly tipped the scales!
Whether it’s object transference, mental impact, magic amplification, or various other unique magics, they all leave the already disadvantaged warriors even more flustered. Once the mages are given time to prepare, the situation for the warriors is basically doomed. Many warriors have lost the matches because of this. As “Royal” level experts, being defeated in such a frustrating manner is undoubtedly disheartening. However, considering the fate of the first warrior defeated by Xuelian, the rest who lost later can be considered lucky.
“This is bad,” Tyr muttered to himself. Previously, he was confident. In fact, if he were to face mages using only second or third level magic, he could indeed win easily. However, the sudden emergence of unique magic has forced him to reassess his understanding of mages.
There are just too many uncertainties, and his own Qi, only at the lower level of “Harmony”, means his physical defense is weak. If the opponent possesses any unique magic that restricts movement, then it’s hard to say who will emerge victorious in the end.
“I must prepare in advance,” Tyr said with narrowed eyes. After making up his mind, he took out a magic communication stone from his pocket and pressed it without hesitation.
“Hello?”
“Hello, is this Dragon Slayer? I need to ask you a favor.”
“Oh? What is it? Go ahead.”
“Could you help me find a sword? A katana would be the best if possible.”
“A katana? Sure, I’ll go ask around for you.” Although Dragon Slayer agreed readily on the surface, he couldn’t help but wonder inwardly, “Aren’t you skilled with swords? Why do you suddenly need a blade?”
Turning off the magic communication stone, Tyr’s eyes sparkled with determination as he watched the warriors on stage being forced to flee in all directions. He murmured to himself.
“I hope I won’t have to use it.”
“Alright! Next up, please welcome the Magic Girl with number 96 and the Warrior with number 8766 to the stage!” Under Rafinas’s selection, Yuehai was finally chosen. She adjusted her equipment and slowly walked onto the stage. Behind her, Claude looked worried and glanced at her, but he ultimately didn’t shout any words of encouragement. Meanwhile, Xuelian, who had been secretly observing from afar, gritted her teeth, hoping that Yuehai would come off the stage with at least half of her body injured this time.
On the other side was a female warrior dressed in exotic attire, likely a martial artist judging from her attire.
The martial artist naturally sized up Yuehai as well. Her stunning face was already well-known, but for a warrior, especially a female warrior, its impact was minimal. Although the martial artist herself didn’t want to ruin something beautiful, her second miss, Jinlisi, had already warned her to give it her all. So, she could only ensure that the opponent wouldn’t suffer too much in defeat.
“Alright! Let’s introduce our two contestants!” Charles seemed to relish these introductions, his voice showing no signs of fatigue. Instead, it grew even louder, invigorating the spirits of the audience. Even the judges nodded in acknowledgment of Charles’s professionalism.
“First, with number 96, we have the headline goddess of this competition… all the way from the Cyril Principality, it’s Yuehai!!”
Roars~ Even though some of the audience members’ throats were already hoarse, they still enthusiastically cheered, and if one listened carefully, they could even hear many men shouting weirdly. This made Rafinas’s face darkened once again in the audience, prompting Nicholas to quickly try to calm the situation. Unfortunately, our Uncle Leilindor on the side continued to dream deeply, showing no signs of waking up.
The cheers gradually died down, and Charles continued.
“And on the other side, with number 8766, we have a warrior from the Vermilion Bird Empire, currently serving as a martial artist in the Kingdom of Milik, it’s Mo Qingting!”
