13 Chapter 13: Magic Weapons

Derik got on his feet and waited for Daemon to arrive, his body slightly shivered and even now, he still felt a little dizzy. Daemon smiled as she approached, as an assassin, she was trained to always take her foes unawares and avoid confrontation as much as possible but in situations where confrontation becomes unavoidable, assassins could still bring down melee foes with their superior agility and speed. Initially, when she spotted Derik wandering around alone, she planned to ambush him, fortunately for her, the ogre appeared. After watching Derik and the ogre battle, she realized that if she had attacked Derik at that time, there is a very high chance that she would have lost her medal and sustained numerous injuries. But now, the archer in front of her was seriously injured. Even if his physique is better than her, he is nowhere near his peak condition.

"Die" she screamed as she struck forward.

Derik who was already prepared for this was completely shocked, initially, he thought that Daemons daggers only looked strange but now he was a hundred percent sure that this weapon was not normal in any way.

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Magic weapons!!!

Magic weapons in Briton are extremely rare, even low-level bronze magic weapons can easily sell for over a hundred gold coins. This is probably because of the lack of capable enchanters and the low success rate during weapon enchantments. In most cases, only silver class enchanters are capable of creating bronze level magic weapons. For a recruit in the assassin class to possess a magic weapon was inconceivable. Magic weapons can easily make an average villager a formidable foe for the military.

"Crap" he screamed as he sidestepped to the right, not daring to take the attack head-on. His eyes remained fixed on the pair of pitch-black daggers which had some strange gray runes on it. The daggers shook violently and grey mist-like energy emitted from it, completely shrouding the weapon in grey energy. Derik immediately retreated, distancing himself from the assassin and the magic weapons in her hands.

Scott's expression instantly crumbled when he saw this, he stared at the sorcerer that maintained the water orb in the Lockwood family castle and felt like the man was playing dirty tricks on him. even the Lockwood family, the ruling noble family in Briton town had only a few pieces of bronze level magic weapons and this was regarded as a family treasure which was kept secret from the rest of the world, even if another noble family had access to such tools, it will be dumb to expose such priceless tools to the world.

"Find out that recruits identity… I need to know which family she hails from… quickly" he said to his butler. His gaze returned to the orb of water, traces of concern could be seen on his face as he stared at Derik

"You can do this kid… I know you can" Scott muttered. The other members of the family only frowned slightly, they were also aware of the dangers and risked involved in taking on someone who wields a magic weapon.

Derik's expression darkened as he helplessly watched daemon pick up his the archery medal he placed on the ground a few seconds ago, if he knew the assassin possessed a bronze level magic weapon he wouldn't have done that, he probably wouldn't have agreed to fight her in the first place. He would have sworn that the girl wore a sinister smile on his face as she picked up his medal. He cursed the girl silently and bit his lips in anger, his eyes remained fixed on daemon who was slowly retreating. If he let this girl go with his medal, his chances of coming out of this competition with a reasonable position on the ranking list will greatly decrease.

"F##k it!!!" he growled and dashed forward.

Daemon was inwardly shocked by this, she never expected Derik to make such a decisive move. His previous reaction to her attack and reluctance to attack while she picked the medal showed that he was aware of the dangers of battling someone who wields a magic weapon. Yet, he just decides to pounce at her when she was about to leave peacefully? Any other class representative would take the opportunity to severely injure him in a bid to avoid unforeseen future problems in the competition.

[is he tired of living?] she thought.

"You're courting death!!!" Daemon growled. Her grip on the twin daggers tightened and the blades trembled greatly as it was shrouded by grey aura.

Woooosh!!!!

An arc of grey energy escaped the blades of the dagger as she swung the blade horizontally, this grey energy effortlessly knocked down trees as it moved. Derik sneered the as he dashed forward not slowing down in the slightest, he quickly jumped, easily escaping the range of the attack while crossing the remaining distance which separated him and daemon. His hands coiled up to a fist as he descended, with a vicious expression on his face.

"How?" Daemon muttered, utterly confused by what happened. During Derik's fight with the ogre a few minutes ago, he was able to leap up to ten meters high, back then she felt like her eyes were playing tricks on her but now she was sure that she wasn't seeing things. This archer possessed superhuman strength which is rarely found even amongst guardian knights. She quickly retreated to evade Derik's attack, her hands shivered and she struggled to hold on to the magic weapons in her hands. Magic weapons may be powerful but also had a drawback, not only does it drain the user's mana but also weakens the wielder. To be able to draw out the full capabilities of a magic weapon, one requires a superb constitution and an enormous mana pool. Currently, daemon lacked both and could barely perform more than three large scale attacks with her magic weapons.

"Damn it!!!" she muttered as she mentally prepared herself for Derik's next attack, knowing fully-well that trying to escape someone who possessed greater speed and strength is useless. At this point she regretted using the magic weapons, if she fought against the injured archer relying purely on her skills, she may have won.

Derik's fist smashed into the ground, he quickly pulled it out and prepared to attack once again but was shocked by what he saw. Daemon who looked domineering and aggressive just a few moments ago now looked fragile and pale. Beads of sweat rolled down her forehead and the black bandages tied all over her body was already soaked with her sweat. He was so scared of the magic weapons in her hands that he forgot the drawbacks of all magic weapons. Her eyes looked heavy and her occasional staggering was enough to tell him that this assassin was near her limit. Derik gazed at her with a sinister smile on his face, not daring to let this golden opportunity slip by he brandished his daggers at the assassin, hovering aroundDaemon, Derik danced around the assassin like the cold wind in a cold night as he attacked, not giving her a chance to recover. His watchful eyes never left her magic weapons as he continuously assaulted her, waiting for the moment she would perform her final magic attack.

[Isnt he meant to be severely injured? How can he move so fast? Is he even human?] Daemon silently asked herself as she struggled to defend against Derik's assault. If she didn't witness Derik's battle with the ogre, she won't believe he was injured by the beast considering the way he moved. It seemed as if he never fought in the first place. Derik saw traces of disbelief on the face of the assassin and grinned, he could easily understand her chain of thoughts. The viewers and even the mysterious sorcerer were stunned by Derik's performance, normally archers only engaged their foes in close combat only as a last resort, and even when this happened, their melee combat standards are usually inferior to that of pure melee classes like guardian knights and assassins. But Derik's performance completely shattered those beliefs and left the viewers speechless, even master steven's refused to believe that Derik learned all these from the archery class daily training routines. To get this good, one needed a great mentor and the only person he could think of was Scott Lockwood!

In less than ten seconds since both sides were locked in one-sided close combat, daemon had sustained numerous shallow cut wounds. She knew that if this continued, she would lose even before getting the chance to counter-attack.

"Don't you dare expect me to go down so easily!!!" she roared as she struck forward ignoring Derik's attack. Derik dagger dug deep into her shoulder, her eyelids twitched due to pain and she screamed as poured in even the last drop of her manner into her final attack.

"Wh… wha… what!!!" Derik stammered as when he realized what the assassin was trying to do, she sacrificed her body just to get a clear shot. This was not something he expected, he never thought that this recruit would be bold enough to use such a suicidal tactic. Traces of fear and respect could be seen in his eyes as he helplessly watched the assassin counter-attack.

Boooooom!!!!

Grey energy suddenly flashed and Derik's body flew like a comet, smashing through everything in his path.

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Area zero trembled violently due to Daemons final attack, Karl stood firm and stared at the area from which the grey light emanated, no one had to tell him that the disturbance was due to the use of a magic weapon, his harbored several emotions in his heart as he pondered on what to do next. His gaze slowly shifted to the guardian knight's number one rookie, Donald whose eyes never left Karl for a moment. The expression on his face showed that he too was worried about the source of the explosion, but he decided to focus on the foe right in front of him first. Karl simply sighed and took a few steps back, is it possible that one of the recruits taking part in the competition wields a magic weapon, he tried to dispel these thoughts but it remained stuck to the back of his mind. He stared at the source of the explosion once again and frowned, if his suspicions are proven correct it simply means that the person taking on the magic weapon user probably lost. He smiled bitterly as he stared at Donald. Even if he beat the ace of the guardian knight class, will he still possess enough strength to beat someone wielding a magic weapon?

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Daemon stared at the boy buried under numerous trees, she wore a triumphant but exhausted expression on her face

"And he said I won't be able to take the medal away" she muttered as she struggled to stay on her feet

"…Yes… I did say that and I will repeat those words once again… girl... you cannot defeat me" A voice could be heard from beneath the rubble. The trees were slowly pushed away and Derik's figure gradually became visible. His cold gaze fell on the girl after he pushed away from the last tree branch and he casually stretched his body.

"The difference between you and I is like that of heaven and earth… This outcome shouldn't surprise you" he said to daemon as he slowly approached. His eyes fell on the magic weapons in her hands and traces of greed and fear could be seen in his eyes.

"If it were someone else capable of drawing out at least fifty percent of the weapons that launched such an attack, I probably wouldn't have survived that attack, fortunately… you lack the constitution and mana needed to draw out this weapon's true power… as such… you're not worthy to wield such godly weapons" he said casually

Daemon stared at Derik with a dejected expression on her face. Even if she lacked the constitution and mana needed to draw out up to fifty percent of the power of the weapon, such an attack should be enough to kill any normal person, even a bronze class adventurer would be severely injured if struck by an attack not to talk of a recruit from the archery class. a minute ago Derik laid under the rubble and the next minute he's walking towards her as if nothing happened. What kind of godly constitution does he have?

"Mo..mon…monster…" she stammered as she fell on her knees and stared at Derik, who represented the grim reaper, who has come for her soul.