Dark Magus Returns C.654 Anything For My Brother

?Every time Safa heard the name the White Dragon, a smile appeared on her face, one that she was unable to hide from the others. This just made people think even more that she might be the secret weapon that the Dark Faction was holding.

However, the reason for her smile was simple.

'All of this talk of the White Dragon, and yet no one realizes that he is on the other side, that he is the one that you have given the name the Demon as well. How long has the Raze from Pagna been here, and how many legends has he passed down in this place.'

'It just makes me smile to see so many people talking about him. I know he's not my brother, but while in that body, and the actions he takes looking after me, it feels as if he is another brother I now have in this life.'

Not replying to the taunts by Hannah, she held her spear, and the match had begun.

Hannah had started right off the gate; she charged forward, jumping from side to side using a special Dawnblade clan technique. One of the same foot techniques she had used against Liam, which she had kept in reserve until later.

When close, she had swiped her hand over the sword, making it glow as she had done many times before. When they were a few meters apart, Safa lifted up her spear and dug it into the ground.

A large crack appeared, going through the ground, and perfectly, Hannah's foot had gotten caught right inside. Before she knew it, another spear attack came toward her, but Hannah performed the half-moon block and hit the spear away.

Hannah expected another strike to occur, so she changed her Qi in her foot and pulled it out, backing away.

"Right, you're from the Dark Faction, doing anything you can to win, so you are happy to use tricks like these rather than fight me head-on," Hannah claimed.

"Tricks?" Safa replied. "Everything on the battlefield is fair game. I'm not using anything else other than what I have on me."

Hannah came in again, and this time leapt up to avoid any strange attacks on the ground and swung her blade, performing more techniques of the Light Faction.

With her spear firmly planted on the ground, Safa made sure to firmly plant her feet on the ground, and with the Qi channeled in the spear, she hit the sword strikes away.

Hannah's movements were elegant, a light trail could be followed behind the sword in the air, attacking Safa from as many angles as possible.

At the same time, Safa swung her spear hard, hitting each of the strikes away. The two of them stayed in the center, battling weapon against weapon.

The crowd was getting excited as they cheered for both sides, and it appeared as Safa had gained a large number of followers after the past events, although most of them were male.

"You notice it, right?" Gavin, head of the Moon Shield Clan, stated.

"Of course I do, you might be a master of defense, but it doesn't mean you are the only one that can see certain things," Murkel replied back. "At any rate, it appears that she will lose… which is a shame."

Liam and Simyon were listening in on the Clan Heads' conversation; they were wondering why they would say such a thing when the fight was so early on.

"You two should notice, right?" Ricktor said. "This entire time, even her first strike, all of them have been in a defensive manner. The attacks from Hannah are swift and fast but not a single attack from Safa has been focused on striking."

"Is this part of her strategy?" Simyon asked. "To wear out her opponent and then strike when the other is tired."

"What, you think everyone fights like you?" Liam asked.

"It might be, but she won't win like this; very few could do something like what you are describing. Because there are very important things that occur in a fight," Ricktor explained. "When one is attacking, they get in a rhythm of sorts. A buildup of momentum that allows them to use their techniques with less effort."

"Think about it, when you are using your techniques on a giant rock one after the other, you are less inclined to get tired. However, when fighting against an opponent, everything becomes much more difficult. Right now, Safa is just a rock to the other side."

They both understood Ricktor's explanation. The thing was, more than anyone, both Liam and Simyon knew Safa's real strength and knew that she would know this and wouldn't do such a thing.

They could only think of a reason as to why she would do this.

"It's a shame; if Safa actually fought with everything she had, it would be a good match and she would have a good chance at winning," Liam said. "Maybe something will happen that will spur her on to try in this fight."

"She won't," Simyon replied instantly. "If what we're thinking is right, then you should know she will lose this match. She told us that we aren't to use a lot of energy, that we need to be ready for anything and that includes herself."

"She will never be dragged into a fight with Hannah properly, because the answer is simple, she cares about her brother too much, and wouldn't do something to trouble him or get in his way."

Large strikes were taking place on the battlefield from Hannah, and the Qi buildup was increasing from one to the other. For a moment, then, Safa blocked a large attack and made her hands look weak.

To this point, everyone was just seeing a relentless attack in the center, and one relentlessly blocking. That was when Safa let go of the spear, dropping it to the ground.

When Hannah came in for another strike, the middle stage warriors came and stopped the attack with their swords.

"The winner has been decided; Hannah will go on through to the final round of the singles event!"

Tears of joy appeared in the crowd; they couldn't believe it. From losing nearly all of the Light Faction participants, to now being able to enter the finale. Now they could hold their heads up high, regardless of who won.

There was a Demonic Faction member and a Light Faction member, and now there was only one more match left that would determine the final one that would enter the final match of the singles stage.

On the other side, Raze breathed a sigh of relief, his muscles released, and he went to a more natural sitting position compared to before. He was happy that he didn't need to do anything; it would allow for his plan to work more.

Because if he had to enter during the match with Safa, there really was no plan on his mind.

"And so, here is the final fight," Amir claimed in the crowd. "You must keep a close eye on this. That boy might be strong enough to release it out of Mantis, and if that is the case, that is when we will strike."