Chapter 146


    A series of sudden attacks and counterattacks. A session of injuries and roars.


    The collision of flesh and blood. The spray of blood and sweat.


    The men''s blood boiled with excitement, and the maidens screamed with enthusiasm. This was


    what battle was all about!


    vin''s wildness and bravery surprised the Earthbound Spirits Commander, who rarely saw such


    ferocity in other Organization Protégés. Initially dissatisfied with vin''s arrogance, he now nodded


    in approval.


    The entire arena screamed, and men and women alike cheered; the battle was a visual spectacle.


    vin, covered in blood, bore no fewer than ten wounds and had been sent flying multiple times by


    Ziros, yet he fought on with increasing ferocity. This momentum, this bravery, changed many of the


    Eight Orders Protégés'' opinions of him. He was literally fighting for the win with his life.


    The fierce battlested for what seemed like an age, raging like a wildfire. Yet, to the amazement of


    the Protégés, Ziros and Nelsor had not managed to take down vin. Despite being covered in


    blood and with multiple broken bones, vin stood resolute, teeth clenched, eyes focused, fighting


    more fiercely than ever. Both Ziros and Nelsor were severely injured and bloodied from head to toe.


    Ond frowned and shouted, "You''ve dyed too long! Use your full strength, and end this battle!"


    "Tiger Roar Fist. Roar of Anguish!"


    "Conqueror''s Cleaver. Hammerfall."


    Ziros and Nelsor charged from the left and right towards vin, showcasing the mightiest of


    Combat Magic with the strongest of disys. Ziros'' fists boiled with strong energy, the intense


    buzzing akin to an earthquake, while Nelsor seemed to be one with his massive axe, his


    speed incredibly fast and his power unstoppable, as a tremendous wave of destructive energy


    surged forward.


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    vin, practically staggering over, knelt on the ground. He was panting heavily, his sweat mixing


    with the trickling blood from his substantial wounds. It was a sorrowful sight to behold, as if he were


    barely holding onto the thread of life. But at that moment, tendrils of ck mist began to seep from


    his fists, quickly crawling up his arms. The mist was thick as ink, chilling to the bone.


    It felt as if the very air suddenly carried whispers, sounding like an ancient chant or a distant wail. It


    was as though it originated from a single voice, yet echoed through many. The voices echoed


    hollowly, both real and illusionary. Many heads turned as one, searching for the source of the


    sound, only to fix their gaze back on vin.


    Nelsor was the first to strike, his Conqueror''s Cleaver descending with a fury, his mightiest blow


    aimed to rend the earth itself!


    The axe fell like aet, its force like a tidal wave overwhelming the arena.


    In the nick of time, vin''s eyes snapped open, bloodshot and fierce, as his body trembled with a


    fine, dark mist. Rising in an instant, he met the attack head-on. His left hand dodged the falling axe,


    and with a crisp snap, he grasped the handle, pushing it aside with immense force, taking


    advantage of the momentum to spin around. Using his right palm, he mmed into Nelsor''s


    abdomen.


    The sudden counterattack was as swift as lightning.


    The axe cleaved into vin''s left hand, nearly crushing his arm, but his right hand, charged with the


    dense ck mist, struck true against Nelsor''s body, the bone-chilling aura of death invading his


    spirit.


    Nelsor''s consciousness and momentum visibly faltered, and his assault weakened. In the next


    instant, his body trembled violently, as vin''s right palm forcefully pushed him away, sending him


    flying like a leaf in the wind.


    As Nelsor stumbled back, Ziros surged forward, his fists unleashing thunderous energy, deafening


    to all who heard. vin, gravely injured, clenched his teeth and stood to face the onught.


    Ziros wielded the force of ten thousand pounds; vin, eight thousand.


    The two forces shed, creating an explosive sound like thunder from a clear sky. vin''s right arm


    trembled unnaturally as he was sent flying, but the deathly aura within his fist, channeled through


    his iron gauntlets, still managed to invade Ziros'' body, agitating his soul.


    Ziros, intent on pressing his advantage, was suddenly staggered by the piercing aura. His


    consciousness was briefly clouded, and he stopped in his tracks.


    The arena fell silent. No one dared to speak. All eyes were fixed on the battle.


    Now, it was clear how Tarner had been defeated — it was the ck mist on vin''s arms. Was the


    Combat Magic known as Shadowlord''s Wrath?! Could its effects be so pronounced?


    The Commanders watched with grave expressions. Learning from yesterday''s battle, they observed


    closely. Indeed, it was an aura of death, real and intense. How much immense killing intent must


    one harbor to manifest such a tangible aura? This was no mere Combat Magic. Did this young one


    harbor resentment? Or even hatred?


    The Commanders nced at Commander Kashann, their eyes carrying a hint of suspicion.