Chapter 1109: Might and Magic (2)

Chapter 1109: Might and Magic (2)

Despite using items now, Caleb was still having a hard time against the hulking monster, pumped up with the power of sacrificing innocent lives. however, he was far from being as helpless against the cultivator as his previous opponents.CHeCk for new stories on no/v/el/bin(.)c0m

Heat Blade, one of the effects of the Dragon-Hheaded Blade, was a different version of covering the sword in flames. It heated the blade all the way to the point where it would not yet start losing strength or bend out of shape. With the super-heated blade, Caleb kept slashing at Dumm Ting.

The martial warrior's skin had proven to be as hard as armor in previous fights, especially in this shape. However, the sword left steaming, cauterized wounds wherever it hit, even when he blocked. They were not lethal, but the cultivator moaned in pain whenever the weapon touched him.

“Do you like my new sword? I got it especially for you~” Caleb chortled, despite the pressure he felt himself. “You know, I even went as far as to have a goblin shaman buff me before the fight. One of the spells was “Increased Pain”. All my attacks should cause double the pain it would usually. I didn't want you to get out of this easily.”

Dumm Ting grunted when he swatted the sword and earned another burn on his arm. He struck forward with a straight punch. Caleb raised his shield to block, but the fist suddenly opened, grabbing the shield. In a quick move, he wrestled the shield away from the knight's arm, smacked the owner in the face with it, and threw it away like a Frisbee.

“Don't get cocky with me,” the pressed out angrily and gave Caleb several jabs in the face and a kick to the ribs before the knight could recover his stance. Although the cultivator suffered, it wasn't like Caleb was in a good position himself.

Seth was still unsure what Caleb was trying to do. he probably still had something up, but he was drawing out the battle for no reason. The current time, before Dumm ting went berserk, was the most dangerous, it wasn't the time to hold back.

After a minute of silent back and forth, trading injuries with each other, Caleb took his distance from Dumm Ting. he wiped the blood from his battered nose.

“I guess you are right. I wanted to torment you, while you were still able to actually perceive it, but I can't risk losing this just to make you suffer,” Caleb said, obviously deciding to stop being cocky. Dumm ting grinned.

“So that was your plan? Then come on! Bring out your mount or whatever you still have left and I will show you what it means to be a tormentor;” the bulky foe said, a fire burning in his eyes. Seth would Argue that Ceres was probably the best teacher for that, after all, the elemental carried that title.

“We will see about that. Wyvern, come out!” Caleb called out. It was at this time, that Seth realized for the first time, that Caleb had actually named his Wyvern, Wyvern...

The creature that appeared behind the knight was a massive flying reptile that filled half the arena. Its intelligent eyes focused on Dumm Ting with killing intent. Appraising it now, Seth also found that his Wyvern had actually evolved in the few days since the race.

In shock, the knight stared at the right arm that had grabbed the lance and then at the severed arm on the ground. He had not noticed, but the audience had watched in shock. In the moments when Caleb tried to use the surprise to end Dumm Ting, the cultivator had actually regenerated his arm and terrifyingly high speed.

Even Master Mountain seemed surprised that someone on the level of Dumm Ting was able to regenerate a severed limb in the blink of an eye.

“He must have comprehended a special inheritance or mystical power,” Yu explained, facing the questioning eyes of the people surrounding him. “What's with these assholes comprehending weird stuff all the time?” Seth thought disgruntled.

Holding Caleb's lance, Dumm Ting kicked the knight in the stomach, however, he couldn't wrestle the lance away from him and it slipped from his hand. Propelled by the kick, he landed on the opposite side of the arena. Laboriously, the knight stood up, looking at Dumm Ting.

“Haha!What do you think? All your efforts were pointless.” In the arena, all wounds, all cuts, all burns Dumm Ting had sustained during the fight had vanished in front of Caleb's eyes. However, the adventurer looked less shocked than he was annoyed.

“Fine then. I wanted to be thrifty and you showed me that was wrong. You chose the hard way.”

Caleb cracked his neck and proceeded to pull a thick stack of scrolls from his inventory.

“You aren't fighting just me, you are fighting the power of the loan I took,” he exclaimed and twisted the whole stack of 15-20 scrolls, ripping them apart. A myriad of magical light effects surrounded Caleb, imbuing him and his weapon with the spells that were stored in the scrolls.

Seth looked over at Jane, this time he was slightly displeased. Just how much did she loan him? Was this Caleb fighting Dumm Ting, or Minas Mar crushing him with Caleb as a proxy?

These were not simple scrolls from their shop. They only sold the scrolls made for practice by their enchanters. The ones Caleb used were too high-grade. He had to have bought them at the auction house.

“I assure you it was a good deal,” Jane said apologetically.

“You will have to explain to me how good it was later.”