14 Chapter 14: Number One Rookie!!!

Speechless!!!

Shocking!!!

Those are the only words capable of explaining what everyone felt at this moment, even Scott Lockwood found it difficult to process everything he just saw. Even though he cheered Derik on and silently prayed for the lad, he never expected the boy to win. Indeed, the assassin class recruit could not exert the full powers of the magic weapons in her hands still, her final attack was too terrifying. Even as an alpha he knew that he would sustain some level of damage if he got hit by the same attack.

"Either way… he's done for" Scott smiled bitterly as he watched Derik with traces of pity in his eyes. On Derik's chest was a deep wound, blood slowly but steadily sipped out the wound, showing no signs of healing. This was due to remnants of the grey energy left in the wound, this is what made magic weapons so terrifying. Capable of nullifying a werewolves healing factor, only vampires who possess instant healing capabilities could handle such after effect. Even though Derik's performance so far has been superb, but when faced with such a deep injury, he definitely won't last long. His only option currently is to take the assassin medal and return to the wall while he can still move. On the bright side, this will help show remove all suspicion on the boy, Derik probably got carried way in his battles and revealed too much strength. An archer possessing enough strength to stop an attack that would most likely send bronze level adventurers to the grave with his bare hands! People will surely ask questions. But now he has sustained an injury that his wolf abilities won't be able to heal, the world will see get to see the boy struggle even if it's for a short while. This will clear their doubts and with the help of the Lockwood family, they can easily clear all suspicion.

…. Meanwhile …

Donald fearlessly dashed towards the incoming fist size balls of fire, on his hands was a two-handed greatsword which was over 3 meters long.

"Bronze Combat technique: Haste!!!" Donald screamed. Instantly, a thin layer of white energy coated his body.

Woooosh!!!

Donald side stepped occasionally evading most of the balls of fire, blocking the rest with his greatsword. His charge kept reducing the distance between himself and Karl who constantly retreated as he launched his fire spells. In just a matter of seconds, he had already covered the distance between them, with a gentle smile on his face, his greatsword was shrouded in white energy

"Bronze Combat technique: Slash!!!" he growled as he swung the blade.

Karl was already sweating profusely, ever since the battle started he has been on the defensive all through, how can a physical class recruit put so much pressure on the number one battle mage?.

"Stay away!!! Fire Burst !!!" He screamed…

Peng! Peng!! Peng!!!

Donald's greatsword trembled greatly as it slowly pierced through the barrier of fire that surrounded Karl's body.

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"You cannot win" Donald muttered

Puff!!!

Karl screamed in pain as Donald's blade pierced into his shoulder. He used both hands to hold on to Donald's greatsword to prevent it from going any deeper.

"Bastard!!" He cursed… "God of destruction… lord of fire… drown thy enemies in your anger and consume thy foes with thy flames… Burn in hell!!!… Flamethrower!!!" Karl screamed. His wild gaze remained on Donald's fleeing figure, from his mouth, torrents of flames poured out, completely engulfing the everything over 5 meters in front of him. His eyes twitched slightly when it spotted a figure emerge from the sea of flames. He growled and thrust his left hand forward at the figure, almost instantly, an orb of fire escaped from his left hand and flew towards Donald.

"Pitiful" Donald scuffed as he grabbed the approaching orb of fire and shattered it with pure physical strength. His gaze as fixed on the greatsword on Karl's shoulder. If mages didn't require incantations to perform high-level spells, they would have been a lot more dangerous. If Karl didn't start with the incantation of the spell he probably would have been caught in the sea of flames.

"Imperfection… Faulty!!!" he screamed as he dashed forward, even now he could feel the effects of the various bronze level combat technique fade, this is because all passive combat techniques have a duration after which the effects fade, even though there are no cool down time, they still possess a weakening state after effect almost similar to magic weapons.

With the speed boost gotten from the combat technique: Haste, Donald arrived and quickly reached out for the hilt of the greatsword embedded deep into Karl's body.

"Hell no… Fire Magic: Fire spear!!!!" Karl screamed as he jumped away and over ten spear-shaped appeared by his sides. Physical classes were considered inferior for so many reasons, the first is the types of equipment they use. It's like fighting a level 20 rock golem with mere swords and arrows, therefore they mostly rely on magic weapons to make up for such a weakness, those unable to get their hands on magic weapons will forever remain weak. The second reason is the main reason why lots of physical classes lose their lives in battle. When a physical class is disarmed in battle, their combat strength falls to a level close to zero. Even the few physical classes that possess the superhuman capabilities find it difficult to cope with such a situation. Taking away Donald's sword is like stealing the ability of a dragon to breath fire, even though the dragon still possessed tremendous physical strength, it still lifts a reasonable portion of the burden.

"Stay away!!!" Karl screamed and waved his hand

Wooosh!

Wooosh!!

Wooosh!!!

One after the other the spears flew at Donald, who wore a grim expression on his face. He instantly retreated using nearby trees as cover but to his greatest surprise, these spears changed direction. His expression darkened as he stared at Karl who constantly waved his hands controlling the fire spears. Donald cursed silently as he ran the opposite direction, even if the boy could control the fire spears, he's vision is limited. Given enough distance, the fire spears will lose it's master's guidance. As for Karl getting away, he could always track the battlemage. Magical classes lack survival skills which physical classes possess, also Karl sustained a deep cut on the shoulder, the longer Karl wandered around with that injury, the weaker he becomes.

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In the blink of an eye, two days had gone by, within these two days every representative in area zero had set up a camp at various spots. Surprisingly, everyone apart from the assassin class representative has somehow managed to hold on to their medals even after numerous encounters and battles. Derik silently laid on the ground, beside the fire, his eyes were shot and he kept sweating profusely. His hands occasionally reached out for the wound on his chest and his body shivered every time he touched it. He yanked his eyelids opened and shifted his gaze to the unconscious assassin who has been unconscious for two days now. He felt both hatred and pity for the girl, this girl is the reason he has been in a very bad state for a while now, unable to hunt down other players, but then again not only did she lose her magic weapons to him, even if she wakes up now she will most likely be in a weakened state for a while. It's safe to say she may rank at the bottom of the list after the competition.

"There must be a way of expelling the residual energy from the magic weapons attack in my body" he muttered. Even though he could see the grey energy which sipped out of his wounds, considering the speed at which this happened, he could estimate that it would take more than seven days for the energy to completely leave his body.

"I don't have that much time" he muttered as he struggled to get on his feet. One way or another, he must obtain a good position in the competition ranking list. He picked up a well-folded robe which had the archery class logo on it, slowly unfolding the clothe, he then equipped himself with the twin daggers which daemon used to battle him.

"If I can't recover from this injury quickly…I have no other choice but to rely on the strength of this magic weapon" he smiled bitterly. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his grip on the hilt of the twin daggers tightened.

Tink!

Tink!!

Tink!!!

The daggers were suddenly shrouded in grey energy and the blades trembled greatly. It felt like the blade would break at any moment, the grey energy that gathered around the blades was more than twofold than that which gathered when Daemon used it. He swung the blades and two grey arcs of energy escaped the blade.

BOOOOOOOM!!!

Derik stared at the level of destruction caused by the magic weapon in shock. If he could reproduce such power when going up against the other participants, who can stand against him?