Chapter 346 Round Of Finals

As he met his opponent, Lothur prepared himself psychologically for his most challenging battle ahead.

He could already sense that this battle would be difficult just from the level of his opponent. But worst of all would not be this, but rather how problematic the outcome would be.

That individual was not strong enough to stimulate Lothur's Physique into action and make him significantly stronger.

If he were strong enough, young Ritter would even rather lose this match and get beaten right there. After all, Viktoria would probably win this individual competition, so this would be no problem for the Frost family. But, on the other hand, he would get stronger, and the chances of their group winning later would be more significant.

However, this was not the case!

On the other hand, Lothur's opponent was not weak to the point that this young man had good prospects of victory. In fact, if he were to win, it would be narrowly.

So this would be a difficult, tedious battle for Lothur because of his slim chance of getting anything good out of it!

'What the hell!' He sighed as he saw the signal from the match referee, indicating for the two to begin. 'I'll take it here as just good practice. The outcome will be left for fate to decide.'

So, while thinking about such things, Lothur ran at full speed, already throwing daggers in the direction of his opponent.

He had a significant disadvantage when facing soul cultivators of higher levels than his. So, this silver-haired young man had to try to immobilize or keep that person's hands busy as soon as possible!

If he did not do such a thing, Lothur would have to deal with the troublesome spiritual attacks, which could even keep his distance from his opponent. And this would be terrible, considering his fighting style.

As he moved, the young man from the Waldauer family, who had already faced Lothur in another match on this day, promptly moved to dodge the daggers coming his way.

He already knew Lothur's fighting style and such a person's unmatched speed. Thus, he had little difficulty dodging the first opponent's attack, retreating a few meters.

At the same time, he circulated his energies into one of his spiritual techniques, starting to attack Lothur before such a person could get closer to him.

'You'll see, you son of a bitch. I'll take revenge for my defeat earlier!' This young man had an unfriendly expression while red flames appeared on his fingers.

With these flames, he made a series of movements with his hands, causing fireballs the size of .38 revolver bullets to fly toward Lothur.

Ssss!

Ssss!

Lothur sensed that such a thing would happen and made a brief detour in his path while he had his ax swinging as if preparing to throw it.

But then, the opponent started shooting at him with even more flaming balls, making it difficult for Lothur to get close by just dodging such things.

'Damn it!' He cursed such a person and then decided to change his strategy.

In doing so, Lothur began to rotate his ax in front of his body, making it look like the propellers of a fan.

With this movement, he began approaching his enemy as the burning balls disappeared into this spinning ax, which looked like it was on fire, but such flames did not reach Lothur.

"Bastard!" The level 11 young man shouted as he realized his opponent's strategy, not taking time to use another of his strategies to oppose Lothur.

The flames on his fingers quickly spread to his fists, forming something that looked like a flaming boxing glove.

Lothur was already very close to him, so none of his other spiritual techniques could ward off such a person in time. Then, this young man chose his only alternative, to fight a hand-to-hand fight!

That was not the ideal scenario since such a thing was his opponent's specialty. But what could he do if Lothur was faster than him?

Speed was essential in a battle, so those who did not have such a characteristic in their favor could only use what was left!

Pow!

Lothur finally got close enough to his opponent and prepared to dodge the flaming punch coming his way while moving his ax.

He leaned to the side and saw his opponent's right fist pass beside his right cheek, feeling the burning temperature of those spiritual flames.

Lothur then struck a blow with his ax as if ready to chop down the 'tree' in front of him.

But his opponent's body was much more resistant than the force of his attack. So Lothur's blow did not do much damage, even though it hit such an individual.

"Bastard! I'll kill you!" This person shouted in anger as he felt the blow on one of his shoulders, along with the small cut that appeared at the point of contact of the blade of Lothur's weapon with his skin.

"Try it," Lothur said in defiance while already making a move with his free hand, using one of his daggers to slash toward the enemy's abdomen.

Upon hearing that and seeing his opponent attack, that young man made a terrible expression. He felt hatred for this person who had already humiliated him earlier and was now making things difficult.

He then tried to step back to deflect the dagger in Lothur's left hand while changing the flames in his right hand to attack this opponent.

As he did so, he directed a 'jet' of flame toward Lothur's face, using a significant portion of his energy to do so.

Lothur felt a chill run through his body, something normal considering that that attack was powerful, on the same level as his constitution.

Because of this, he put his two arms in front of his face, giving up attacking his opponent with his dagger so that he could better protect himself.

Sssss!

Flames struck Lothur's forearms, burning the silver hair he had on that part of his body.

"Ahhhhhh!" Along with the smell of burning coming from his arms, Lothur cried out in pain, feeling that those flames were much stronger than those of the formation that had hit him earlier.

"How do you like that, you wretch?" The young man from the Waldauer family laughed, feeling he would win this fight.

But then Lothur lowered his arms under great pain, with them still on fire. He then looked into that person's eyes, trembling with rage.

Lothur shouted an 'ah' and jumped at the level 11 young man, his hands going towards his opponent's neck.

Lothur's opponent saw this and backed away. Still, he accidentally tripped over the enemy ax, falling toward the platform as the enemy came at him like an animal.

This person then moved his hands to defend himself, finding Lothur's hands and holding them tightly while burning the rest of his energy to 'roast' this part of the enemy.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!"

"Ahhhhhh!"

They both screamed simultaneously, one for the burns on his hands and the other for the hands trying to crush his own hands.

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