Dark Magus Returns C.628 A Demon Strikes!

After a confrontation with Raze, Mada wanted to do everything he could to forget about what had happened. He was annoyed with himself, embarrassed, and even ashamed.

Although he no longer cared about proving himself for the sake of the clan, and the Flowing Force Clan head was watching, he still had his own pride, the pride of a warrior. To be ready to fight, to go against the enemy with everything you had learned, yet he was unable to even do that.

He took that anger and vented it forward, chasing after one of the Charging Rats he had found.

'If I can't catch up to it, then I just need to do something to slow it down!' Mada charged forward and did a three-move motion.

He was using the force of one attack and one formation to flow into the other, and with each movement, he picked up the speed.

After three swift movements, it was the end of the technique he was using, and he still wasn't going to catch up to the rat.

At the last moment, Mada slammed his foot on the ground, his visual Qi made it look like a whirlpool had been created underneath his feet, and the Rat was getting sucked in.

With this, he stabbed it with his sword, finishing it off, and quickly lifted it, obtaining the power stone, adding another point to his team.

"It looks like someone has upset you," a voice said from behind.

Turning his head, Mada could see that it was Ricktor. Meeting up with his teammate, he should have been overjoyed, and at least thankful that it wasn't one of the others, but instead, he had a sour look on his face.

"From the looks of things, you managed to meet someone before you met me," Ricktor then looked Mada up and down. "Yet there isn't a scratch on you. If I were to take a guess, then it was him."

"Why are you asking questions that you already know the answer to," Mada said as he continued walking forward, looking for more of the Charged Rats; it was the least he could do in this useless tournament.

"Can't you hear that?" Ricktor asked.

Mada stopped for a moment, wondering what he meant. As he listened, he could hear it; the crowd wasn't cheering, they were quiet then usual, yet filled with chatter among them.

"It looks like someone might just be stealing the show right now. So we should use this time to get more power stones for ourselves," Ricktor said, staring up in the sky, in an unknown direction, wondering just what was occurring right now.

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Ricktor was right; the crowd was cheering loudly just a moment ago as the two Light Faction students were ready to take down one of the Demonic Faction students.

Yet seemingly out of nowhere, one of the Demonic Faction students had arrived to the others' safety, and through the side of one of the walls of all things.

His interruption had caused a stir among the people.

"Hey, it's that guy again, that student from the Demonic Faction... the one where strange things keep on happening."

"Wait, you mean he's actually going to do something now, even though he's done nothing so far."

"Who knows, maybe the other two will just cower away like all the other opponents. It's quite interesting wondering what's going to happen."

"Cower away! You're talking about the Light Faction that protects our towns and cities from beasts and Pagna warriors like them; they would never cower away!"

"You're right. Anyway, this is the student that has done nothing so far, so him arriving, he's probably going to do nothing. This won't change a thing; we will just witness the death of two warriors instead."

Although most in the crowd weren't worried, the same couldn't be said in the higher viewing area, where the Light Faction heads were viewing the whole situation.

"He destroyed the entire wall; did he really use that much strength on something so useless?" Cicle asked.

"He had to have used quite the strong attack to break the wall, and our mirrors were focused on other situations we couldn't even tell that he was there," Ricar, head of the Dawnblade Clan, commented.

"Both of you are missing the main issue," Kawak from the Aurora Clan said. "The wall has been broken, but it's meant to quickly be rebuilt after. Somehow, his moves, or his Qi, it's disrupting the wall that is meant to be rebuilt."

"This student might give us more trouble than we think."

There had been incidents on the stage already of students trying to attack the wall. In fact, that was the first thing Ricktor had done.

With a fist, he had broken a hole through the wall, but shortly after, it had managed to heal itself. He figured it wasn't worth the effort of destroying a wall unless one knew what was on the other side.

The Charging Rats they were chasing didn't have the strength to break a wall, and the amount of Qi required to tackle the wall quickly, it wouldn't be worth it.

Yet one person had broken through a wall, and Beret was staring at his back.

"You're here; how did you find me?" Beret asked.

"Find you?" Raze took a glance behind him; he could see he was covered in blood, having been poked and prodded all over different parts of his body.

The only area that hadn't been hit too badly were his legs.

"I didn't find you; I found them," Raze said, pointing his Ghost blade at the two.

They couldn't help but laugh at the man in front of them.

"What is it, just because another one of you has turned up, you think it's fair now, it's all over. It's quite clear, whatever trick you used on that beast, it's not working on us."

The two warriors, they were unable to feel anything. If anything, they were feeling even stronger than before, as the items around their wrists started to glow.

Raze's eyes were focused on the two items.

'I could sense the magic in the air. It was faint, and those in the crowd wouldn't be able to tell even if they were from Alter, but those are definitely magical items, and they were using them right now.'

'They were using them in a tournament that was meant to be about the Pagna warriors displaying their skills; just what even is this entire tournament.'

"I don't like it, I don't like the two of you, you're not being fair," Raze said with his head held down.

Both Charlotte and Harmon felt like they had enough; with their weapons by their side, both of them went in to charge forward.

In response to this, Raze grabbed his sword and placed both hands above his head.

'If you hadn't used those magical items, I would have never even bothered joining in this fight… but I don't like that his items are here to cause another death of someone that wasn't meant to die!'

As Raze held the sword, it started to be shrouded in his Qi, shrouded in darkness until it had completely turned black.

"If I'm going to have to fight, then I might as well show everyone what I can do!" Raze said as he swung his sword down.

"2nd Formation, Eclipse Strike!"

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