16 Chapter 16: Battle Royal

Karl slightly staggered as he dashed through the forest, his face was pale and he gritted his teeth in pain. His left shoulder had a piece of black cloth wrapped around it to help and his black and red colored robes were dyed thick red with his blood. It was clear he had lost a lot of blood, the viewers even started wondering how the sixteen-year-old battle mage recruit has been able to survive this long with such an injury.Karl bit his lips in anguish, refusing to believe that a mighty battle mage will be put in such a shameful situation by a guardian knight, even if the guardian knight is blessed with superhuman speed and strength it still doesn't mean much. He sluggishly leaned on a tree, deciding to catch his breath for a while. His bloodshot eyes landed a figure not too far away breezing through obstacles skillfully as it approached!

"What kind of human stamina does this guy have!!!... my god it has been days now… how can he still move so quickly" Karl was shocked. Even after destroying Donald's greatsword with his fire magic, he still couldn't get the upper hand in his fight with the guardian knight, the last time they clashed, he almost lost his medal.

[Back then I was lacking mana… Now I'm almost refilled… Donald, on the other hand, has lost his weapon… his combat abilities should be reduced if not halved already] Karl thought, he refused to believe that he still couldn't defeat a guardian knight who has lost his weapon.

"Bronze -level Combat technique: Dual cast!!"

"Bronze –level Combat technique: Enhance Magic!!!"

Karl was surrounded by a two-fold magic array, his body glittered and orange energy slowly leaked out. His cold gaze fell on Donald who was less than 200 meters away, his lips moved but no words came out. He clapped his hands together as he chanted

"Yee who dares go against the lord of fire, the god of destruction… only death and great torment await thee… With the authority of my lord, I sentence thee to death!!!... Fire Shackles!!!… Judgment Ax!!!" He screamed.

Immediately red chains made of fire appeared around Donald, embracing the guardian knight who struggled fiercely, his expression darkened as he saw a mighty battle ax of fire take form above him. His eye turned bloodshot as he stared at the Karl

"I never expected the flame beast of the battlemage class to possess such powerful magic in his arsenal… But in the end, you cannot kill me... it's against the rules" Donald said with a casual smile on his face

"But I can cripple you and let the monsters here feed on what's left of you… Silence!!!" Karl said as he waved his hand. Suddenly Donald felt like someone dropped a hundred people on his back, it was as if some invisible force was trying to push him into the ground. His legs shivered as he briefly struggled against this force before he finally surrendered to the invisible force. His body shivered and he bit his lips trying to endure the pain he was currently feeling at this moment. His steel armor could barely withstand the heat, right now he felt like his body was on fire

"Kill me?... A mere battle mage dares utter such nonsense … I will teach you the true meaning of despair" Donald screamed

"Mid-level Bronze combat technique: Bulk up!!!"He roared. His body size instantly increased twofold and his muscles began bulging, blood slid down his nostrils and his eyes as his body undertook such transformation, pieces of his armor fell off one after the other as his body size almost doubled.

"His body is not ready for a mid-level Bronze combat technique… If he keeps this up.., He will probably die" Karl smiled bitterly as he spoke. His complexion was pale and beads of sweat rolled down his face. For days now he has been running just to gather enough mana for this technique. The last time he used this technique area fifteen against an ogre, he was hospitalized for over a month due to insufficient mana. The oracle in charge of the team from the holy church advised not to pull such a dangerous stunt again, according to her, his mana was not sufficient to perform the technique so he unconsciously drew energy from his life force thereby shortening his life by a few days in the process. Should he repeat such a reckless action over and over again, he may die at a very tender age. That is why he chose to swallow his pride and flee from a melee class recruit for days, just to gather enough mana.

CRACK!!!

The fire chains trembled greatly and visible cracks could be seen, Karls expression crumbled instantly when he saw this. It won't be wrong if Karl claimed that he put his all into his fire shackles and judgment ax spells, how can he power through such a technique? This combo could be regarded as his most powerful spells capable of completely suppressing a level 5 ogre, used only when he has run out of options. Yet someone could break out o it with measly mid-level bronze combat technique, that is to show how powerful combat techniques are. That didn't matter at the moment, the real question was;

"How does he know a mid-level bronze combat technique?" Karl muttered. Normally a class only offers a few low-level combat techniques to recruits capable of learning. He had never seen or heard of a situation where a recruit gains access to a mid-level combat technique until today.

[Does that mean he created a combat technique of his own? No way!!! How can his body reject a combat technique created by him? Either way, he can't create something his body is not capable of handling? That is just impossible. The only way someone like him can acquire such a combat technique is probably through a tutorship or a scroll]

His vision blurred for a second as he watched Donald struggle and prayed that Donald's body will shut down before he shatters the chain of fire. The fire ax which levitated above Donald trembled greatly as if to say it was begging its master to let it behead the man beneath it. Karl saw this and shook his head repeatedly in disapproval, he silently prayed as he observed

Booom!!!!

When the chains shattered it sounded like an explosion, Karl instinctively retreated by a few steps. His stretched out his hands and the fire battle ax flew into his hands.

"Is…. Is that all?..." Donald struggled to speak. Even though his body size has almost increased twofold, getting to almost 7ft tall, blood sipped out of his joints, his nostrils, mouth, ears, and even his eyes. Karl failed to understand why someone would go as far as throwing away his life just for one crappy medal.

[Does he want to prove something by defeating a magical class representative?] Karl thought.

Even though Donald still reaped the benefits of the mid-level bronze combat technique, he was no different from a walking corpse, unable to showcase the true power of the technique due to numerous injuries.

Donald wore a weak smile as he walked towards Karl slowly, after covering about ten meters he stopped moving and turned his attention to the cluster of trees by the right. He peered into the area patiently and silently as if he could see something

"What are you staring at?" Karl who was confused by Donald's actions decided to ask

Wooosh!!

Suddenly grey energy danced in the forest and dashed towards Donald. His eyes twitched and he pushed himself forward and screamed as he welcomed the grey energy with open arms

Boom!!!!

Donald gritted his teeth as he struggled with the grey energy, his eyes turned bloodshot as he glanced at the figures emerging from the forest probably responsible for the attacks.

"Aaaaaahhh!!!!" he screamed as he was forced to retreat constantly as he struggled with the grey energy and…

Booom!!!

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With his bare hands, he shattered the energy creating a shockwave which forced Karl to retreat by a few steps while using the fire battle-ax to shield himself. With mixed expressions on their faces, Derik and Daemon stared at the Donald who was covered in his blood

"So this is the strength of the number one rookie" Derik gasped in astonishment. He never expected Donald to be able to withstand such an attack with his bare hands, even he a level 9 supernatural creature would be fatally injured if hit by such an attack. He knew that Donald's new muscular form was probably due to the effect of combat technique and knew the possible dangers of engaging such a character, that is why he chose to get rid of the guardian knight first

"Bastards…" Donald cursed as he breathed heavily. He fell on one knee and stared at his bloodied palm. His gaze returned to Derik and Daemon who were yet to retreat or attack, traces of fear could be seen in his eyes as he spotted the strange looking daggers in Derik's hands.

"This won't end well" he muttered