Chapter 147


    The battlefield air grew tense as vin, battered and bruised, rose once more. His fighting spirit


    burned bright and unyielding. His eyes were bloodshot, and his aura was chillingly murderous.


    Ziros and Nelsor quickly shook off their stupor, one tearing open his chest with an axe, the other


    pounding his shoulder with a fist. They used pain to stimte their minds, forcibly regaining rity.


    After yesterday''s events, all members of the Earthbound Spirits had inquired about Tarner''s


    condition and discussed strategies, to be prepared for when they faced vin. And now, their


    preparation was put to the test!


    "Is this what you''ve been relying on? Then you can bid farewell to this dueling ring!" Ziros and


    Nelsor shook their heads vigorously, gathering their energy and charging at vin without looking


    back.


    Silent as ever, vin clenched his teeth against the pain, his murderous intent surging as he


    charged relentlessly forward.


    His hair was wild, his strikes as swift as lightning!


    All three warriors plunged into a frenzied state, advancing and retreating, striking and colliding, each


    movement apanied by a fierce gust of wind.


    Theirbat differed from that of other Novice Mages, who relied heavily on ample magic for


    support, bing powerless once their magic was exhausted. Instead, these three relied on the


    sh of raw strength, a dance of blood and sweat that was far more thrilling to watch.


    The nobles in the stands rose to their feet, shouting and cheering in encouragement; such intense


    battles were rarely seen.


    A true warrior''s fight, full of vigor!


    "Madmen! Is this a martial contest or a fight to the death?" Lylian covered her mouth, hardly daring


    to watch the brutal fight below.


    "Today''s battle will surely bring fame to vin." Many Protégés began to acknowledge him, mad he


    might be, but he possessed an unyielding spirit and a fierce vitality.


    Just then, the fight took a sudden turn, and the Arena fell deathly silent.


    On the dueling tform, a scene seemed to freeze in time. vin barely intercepted the giant axe


    that threatened to cleave his head in two. He strained against the force, leaning backward with his


    arms outstretched towards the sky, precariously clinging onto the powerful swing. The de paused


    an eysh distance away from his nose. Anypse in his block or inch closer would have resulted


    in him being cleaved in half, but he held it!


    Was it luck? Or was he certain of his ability?


    The crowd gasped, a cold sweat breaking out amongst men and women alike. Who dared to catch


    an Earthbound Spirits axe with their bare hands?


    In the next second, as the crowd gasped and vin held back the axe, he pushed it aside with


    great force, somersaulted up, spinning like a top, and with lightning-fast feet, he stomped fiercely


    into Nelsor''s armpit.


    Nelsor had just been staggered by vin''s murderous aura in the previous exchange and was


    unable to dodge in time, taking a brutal hit.


    vin''s strength was ferocious, shattering Nelsor''s ribs under his armpit and sending him flying,


    snatching the two-meter-long axe in the process.


    Nelsornded more than ten meters away, his right arm nearly numb from the excruciating pain,


    which snapped him back to full alertness. vin''s frenzy had ignited his fighting spirit and hot blood;


    he would not admit defeat until the very end.


    "Ha! Come again!" vin roared, swinging the giant axe and shing at Ziros.


    The three hundred pounds axe whistled through the air, and was swung with neither hesitation nor


    clumsiness, forcing Ziros to retreat continuously as he countered with his fists.


    The Protégé were deeply shocked. This was no martial contest; it was a fight to the death.


    Passion, dominance, savagery, tragedy.


    They witnessed vin''s might and felt the overwhelming murderous aura. Was this truly a Protégé


    trained by Cobalt Strike? His madness and bloodlust seemed more akin to a Bloodlore Protégé,


    while his fury and barbarism were reminiscent of an Earthbound Spirits Protégé.


    Ond slowly furrowed his brow, no longer speaking. His gaze was fixed on the battlefield. He


    suddenly found himself losing his disdain for vin, feeling the urge to enter the fray himself for a


    good, hard fight.


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    "This fight could wound him badly or even kill him. So, why did he pick this battle?" Felis murmured


    softly.


    "Ziros and Nelsor are the Earthbound Spirits'' next best after Ond, and together, they have yet to


    suppress vin." Admus wore aplex expression. If it were him facing either Ziros or Nelsor,


    victory was not guaranteed, yet vin alone withstood them both - it was unimaginable.


    Niks also watched from below. "Ziros and Nelsor came prepared, not as easily dealt with as


    Tarner. For vin to beat them, it''s going to be tough."


    "What does vin truly want? Is a single victory worth so much?" Semar didn''t understand. The


    fight on the tform had taken a sinister turn. This was no longer a martial contest but a bloody


    battle to the death. vin was fighting not just with strength but with his life on the line, each move


    fraught with deadly risk. Any mistake could cost him his life.