Dark Magus Returns

Chapter 641 Taking Out The Demon

With the first fight ending in such a way, honestly, no one felt like the next set of fights could be so exciting. If anything, they had no clue who would even be in the final or who the winner of the single event would be in the end.

It was clear in the betting circles that things had changed as many more were now betting on 'Jake' to win the event altogether, regardless of the matches that had to go on.

The next event was the student known as Ripper, who was also part of the Light Faction, going up against Ricktor.

"The Light Faction really has to win this fight, right? Otherwise, won't they seem to be the weakest out of all factions," a member in the crowd said.

"I mean, they did well in the team event, right? Like they managed to get second only just losing out to the Dark Faction."

"Yeah, but that was because the demon wasn't taking part."

A resounding gulp was heard among many in the crowd as they turned their heads to look in the direction of the Demonic Faction viewing area.

They could already imagine it, what if the Demon had taken part in every single one of the team events. He probably could have dealt with the beast in the first event on his own quicker than the teamwork from the Light Faction.

If the Light Faction were to come in a position even lower than that of the Dark Faction, then in the eyes of many, they would be considered the weakest now.

It was amazing how a single person could change the flow of the matches so much.

As Ripper entered the field, Raze from a distance noticed a round earring he had, and the small golden I marking that was placed on it.

Every single contestant so far had been using items made from Idore, the Grand Magus.

The effects of the items like that of the bracelets he had gotten were subtle. For instance, the bracelet was designed to increase one's attack speed the more strikes a person made.

It wasn't by a large amount but in a match where students were equally skilled, it allowed them an edge.

'But... out of everyone I don't think I need to worry about him.'

Ricktor and Ripper had both taken their positions, and Ricktor lifted his sword up to his face, and a smile could be seen on the other end.

When the fight started, the earring that Ripper was wearing glowed slightly and he charged forward. Ripper was fast, and had confidently struck a strike head-on.

However, Ricktor hardly moved or performed any skill of any type, instead, he just blocked with his sword directly in front of his face.

A great struggle could then be seen on Ripper's face. He was pushing forward with all of his Qi, yet he couldn't pull the sword away, nor could he push it forward.

"What is this, are you cheating, why can't I move my sword away!" Ripper asked.

"Cheating, I guess you don't know much about our Dark Qi, every type of Qi has a slightly different trait and use. Which is why Qi is suited for different techniques," Ricktor explained.

"As for Dark Qi, it draws one in, if condensed down to a level, it's hard for one to pull away if the Qi is overwhelmingly condensed to a single point."

Ricktor started to push his sword, and suddenly Ripper was on the back foot. He could see the sword move from next to Ricktor and being pushed until it was in the center and finally it was moving to the point where the back of the blade was touching Ripper's own face.

"You won't be able to pull away, and soon you will be killed by your own sword, don't you think that's quite sexy," Ricktor smiled.

A chill ran down the entire of Ripper's spine, and Simyon who was watching felt his whole body shiver as well, feeling somewhat bad for the Light Faction student.

The sword up against Ripper's face was being pushed back more and more until blood was being drawn from the top of his forehead.

Right at that point, the middle-stage warriors came forward and held onto both swords with their bare hands.

"Stop…" the middle-stage warrior said, it was clear he didn't want to intervene and was disappointed that he had to.

"This match is over, the winner is Ricktor."

The audience and the other factions hadn't seen Ricktor do much apart from what had occurred in the first assessment, but in a way, just like Raze, he had overwhelmed his opponent with ease.

Showing the clear difference between the two, but Raze had no doubt. Ricktor was after all, one of the people that had given him the most trouble he had since coming to this world, and he was one of the fastest in terms of growth.

Even quicker than Raze somewhat. He wouldn't be surprised with the performance that he had seen if Ricktor had also now become a middle-stage warrior.

The scene that they had just witnessed certainly felt that way.

After the match was over, the next took place between Beret and Mada. For once the Light Faction and the crowd felt at ease not seeing one of their own losing time after time.

"You're the one that was shaking in his boots when you met Jake I heard," Beret said.

"And you're the one that had holes poked in him by the useless Light Faction," Mada replied back.

Beret laughed.

"I guess we'll see who is the king of losers."

"I'm not a loser!" Mada shouted.

The fight this time was more of what people had expected, not one person overwhelming the other. Both used their techniques and skills well.

Beret was able to move around using his special foot techniques of movement.

At the same time, Mada used kicking techniques mainly for his attacks, but eventually Mada's attacks were what won him the match.

His kicks, Beret couldn't tell which direction they were coming from as visual Qi of water was flowing everywhere around him, and a strong kick to the head had taken him to the ground.

Mada lifted his leg up about to finish the fight, but the middle-

stage warriors had called the fight stating it would come to the end.

After that though, another Light Faction warrior took to the stage, and it was Mantis against Charlotte.

As soon as the fight started, Mantis walked over, but as he did he noticed something. Charlotte, she hadn't even lifted her weapon in front of her.

Mantis looked at her in the eyes, he had seen this look before.

"This woman is shaking and she doesn't want to fight!" Mantis said to the middle-stage warrior by his side.

The middle-stage warriors checked on Charlotte's condition, she was cold to the touch. Perhaps if she wasn't going up against someone from the Demonic Faction she would have been okay.

But as she took to the stage, her mind was just filled with the moment where she had almost been confronted by Raze, and fearful that it could happen again, she couldn't lift her sword.

Now the Light Faction only had one hope, and that was Hannah.

However, the next fight was to take place, which was Safa against Kaylie from the Demonic Faction.

A fight that the crowd was interested in, believing that she was the most likely person to be the White Dragon and might now be the only person who could take out the demon.

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