Book: 2: 153

Book 2: Chapter 153

Min Ha-rin was a Champion, and the treatment she received befitted that title.

At least on Combat Island, individual strength was placed above law and order. This meant that gaining the title ‘City Champion’ in this land was a very big deal.

In addition to the mansion they were in earlier, she was also given her own private training grounds. And there were probably many more unseen benefits besides those.

The arena in the center of the city was extremely large. To put it into modern terms, it was several times the size of an indoor gym.

Naturally, this large space wasn’t just one large battleground.

Instead, not counting the space allocated for spectators, it was separated into eight small arenas.

As the Champion, Min Ha-rin had the right to use two of these arenas as she pleased. Of course, this was only applicable when there were no scheduled fights, but it was an amazing privilege nonetheless.

It was in one of these very arenas that Min Ha-rin and Lukas stood, facing each other. There were no spectators.

If there were any, they were already sent away.

Min Ha-rin looked at Lukas with a slightly worried expression.

‘I’ll let you make the first move.’

Lukas’ words rang out in her head once more. Nevertheless, Min Ha-rin found that she couldn’t easily draw her sword.

Was she intimidated? That would normally be the case, but now, she was hesitating for an entirely different reason.

Min Ha-rin knew just how powerful her master was.

However, she didn’t think her master understood how much stronger she’d become.

In fact, that was true. Lukas wasn’t sure exactly how strong Min Ha-rin was at that moment. He also didn’t know exactly what she’d gone through over the past five years.

Though their conversation had stretched over an hour, it still wasn’t enough to fully convey the hardships and desperation she’d experienced.

At that moment, Min Ha-rin even thought about showing him her status window.

[Min Ha-rin]

[Level: 67]

[Title: Snow Flower, Great Mage’s Disciple, Untamed Survivor, Champion of the Arena, One who has witnessed Five Islands]

[Occupation: Magic Swordsman]

[Race: Human]

[Skills: Magic(Lv.7), Swordsmanship(Lv.8), Magical Swordsmanship(Lv.5), Superior Toughness(Lv.5), Adaptability(Lv.4), Untamed Killing Intent(Lv.6), Fire Resistance(Lv.3), Poison Resistance(Lv.5), Survival Skills(Lv.6), Cooking(Lv.5)...]

In this world, level signifies one’s overall strength.

When she first arrived, Min Ha-rin had only been level 27, but now, it had been raised by 40.

That wasn’t all.

Her magic level was now 7-stars, she had regained part of her former swordsmanship ability, and her magical swordsmanship was near perfection.

In addition, she had many skills that would all play a role, large or small, in the fight.

On the other hand, what did Lukas have?

His ‘7 star magic’ was all.

That was why Min Ha-rin was concerned.

‘...if I were to win...’

Min Ha-rin finally regained her balance. Lukas’ physical abilities were unexpected, but that was only because it was a surprise attack. It wasn’t at a level where she couldn’t even react to it.

Min Ha-rin silently cast a Magic Missile.

In an instant, five Magic Missiles charged towards Lukas, each one aiming for a different vital point. Even though her mind had been shaken and she was in pain, her aim was still accurate.

Nevertheless, it still wasn’t enough.

Bang bang bang!

The Magic Missiles all exploded without even being able to touch Lukas. This was because they were blocked by Energy Bolts that suddenly appeared from behind Lukas.

‘No.’

Not suddenly.

It was clear that this spell had been cast beforehand, it was just that he hadn’t used them.

He had probably cast it while using Blink.

Right. The reason he hadn’t immediately closed the distance between them with Blink was that he was casting Energy Bolt as well.

‘I didn’t think enough.’

She’d never stopped to wonder why he was using Blink so many times.

Min Ha-rin swung her sword and struck an Energy Bolt that was rushing towards her. But that spell wasn’t the only one.

Clang clang clang!

Each and every one of them was only a weak spell.

Just like Magic Missile, Energy Bolt could only be considered a 1-3 star spell.

Nevertheless, if the number reached tens or hundreds, with each one targeting a vital spot, then it was a different story altogether.

‘Kuk!”

Min Ha-rin grunted as she constantly swung her sword at the incoming spells. But Lukas didn’t let up. He continued to pressure Min Ha-rin with his fists, feet, and sometimes even his head, making sure to always keep a close distance.

‘I can’t think.’

Min Ha-rin bit her lip.

She had completely lost the initiative.

One second.

If he had just one second, she was sure that she could regain her composure and change this situation, but she couldn’t find any gaps. Weak spells continued to bombard her as though a dozen Wizards were supporting Lukas.

Nevertheless, she couldn’t ignore them. No matter how weak these spells were, they were still powerful enough to break skin and damage blood vessels. The only areas Lukas kept aiming for were her vital points.

It was only then that she finally realised.

The period where she had the highest chance of winning had already passed.

‘It’s different.’

Different from fighting the Dragonlings or the Fighters.

Lukas’ fighting style completely shattered her prejudice against Wizards.

There were some similarities with her own occupation, Magic Swordsman, in that it made use of both magic and martial arts, but that was it.

In the end, Magic Swordsmen were nothing more than humans who used two different skills. In other words, if they focused on magic, then swordsmanship was simply a support, and if they focused on swordsmanship, then magic was the support.

But that wasn’t the case for Lukas.

He was using magic and martial arts simultaneously, almost as if he had two brains.

While this might sound simple, such a task was incredibly complicated. Even the most intelligent humans might not be able to replicate such a scene. To put it into more understandable terms, it was more difficult than drawing ten different pictures with each of your ten fingers.