Dark Magus Returns C.643 Safa The Genius (Part 2)

Kaylie continued to block the attacks as best as she could, moving her arms from side to side she could feel them getting numb each time.

'I know it, I've lost my chance… if I wanted to do something, then I should have dived in at the beginning and used my Qi to attack, but now I barely have enough Qi to defend!' Kaylie started to think.

Meanwhile, her opponent was like that of a well-oiled machine, constantly attacking bit by bit, and then, the strength in Kaylie's arms had almost completely weakened. She was slow in raising her sword to block an attack, and the spear hit her in the head once again.

It then quickly swirled around and hit her from the other side. Kaylie went to brace herself for a third attack, but the third attack never came, and instead, Safa just pulled back her spear to her side.

Kaylie wondered for a moment, why didn't the attacks continue, and then she noticed something.

'With those two attacks at any point in time, she could have used the sharp spear end… but she didn't. The middle stage warriors watching, they haven't been intervening even though I could have suffered from death.

'Probably an order from their Light Faction superiors, a death of a Demonic Faction Student isn't a big deal to them. The only reason why I'm alive is that this student doesn't wish to kill me.'

Knowing this thought in her mind, she had come to a decision and placed her sword down by her side.

"I have lost this match, I no longer have the Qi to continue this fight, I forfeit," Kaylie said.

For a moment, Kaylie thought she would feel shame, but the moment the match was announced as over, there was a large amount of cheers coming from the crowd as well as a round of applause.

The crowd had truly enjoyed watching the two women fight, showing their skills and techniques, and the passion that Kaylie showed in not giving up. It was great entertainment for them, and the crowd didn't want Kaylie to feel disheartened by the result.

The two contestants gave each other a bow and started to head right back.

'I didn't use any of my magic… I have improved a lot,' Safa thought to herself. 'Amir was a good teacher to us all. Raze, you can see it right, with our strength now, all of us, we can help you, we won't keep you down like we did before… you haven't even begun to see the true strength we have yet.' Safa smiled to herself as she made her way back.

Of the first round of the singles event, there were two matches left, and the next matchup had been announced, it was Simyon, against Brack.

"Brack!" Sha Mo said in a loud booming voice that stopped his student before he exited from the viewing area.

"If you don't win this match, and lose at the first hurdle, then don't even bother coming back to the Behemoth Clan."

Raze thought the words were quite cruel to say to someone just before a fight. Maybe that was their way of encouragement as he had seen, but he couldn't help who he was going up against.

The two participants had entered the stage, and Simyon was confident. He had no weapons on his body and only had his earring and special gloves, both of them gifts made by Raze.

"You Dark Faction suckers have been having quite the win streak, but I guess it's my turn to ruin it for you all," Brack said. "Because this is a fight that I can't lose!"

Brack dashed forward, and he swung his sword from the top. A large amount of visual Qi surrounded his sword in a deep dark red aura. Simyon stayed in his position and lifted his hand, blocking it with just his forearm.

The sword crashed, and the sound of metal clashing against metal was heard.

"Your sword won't make a scratch on my body!" Simyon shouted.

Brack, shouting in anger, swung his sword again and again, using all the Qi he could. Unlike Kaylie in the last fight, it was quite clear that Brack wasn't holding back and was putting all his effort into attacking.

Each time, Simyon would just use his hands to block the sword strikes coming his way.

'He really has improved,' Raze thought. 'Not only has the level of his entire body increased, but he's using his Qi to strengthen his body even further, then skillfully following the strikes of the sword and blocking the attacks with his hands. The sword won't get through.'

Brack didn't give up, striking with an attack as powerful as his last, but Simyon wasn't just going to block all day. As he protected himself from the next hit, his feet shifted forward fast, and a heavy blow whacked Brack right in the face.

Immediately blood was drawn, the hit was as if he had been whacked by a heavy blunt metal object. Yet Brack swung the sword again, taking the hit straight on.

Yet, Simyon blocked the hit again and struck in his stomach. It was a strange sight to see because it was almost as if Simyon's attacks were having no effect.

Because no matter how Brack would get hit, he could still swing his sword, hitting Simyon or attacking him in some way.

Simyon blocked the attack again and struck him in the stomach, blocked, hit him in his arm, attacked him again and again, to the point where Simyon hadn't blocked an attack and the sword had stuck his neck.

But his special body was able to protect him from receiving any wounds, all because of the special item that Raze had given him.

Now, Brack was covered in blood, his face was swollen, part of his arms were broken.

"I have to win this fight… I have to… otherwise, I'll get kicked out of the Behemoth Clan… and then what, what is my family meant to do! I have to win this!" Brack said as he charged forward.

This time, Simyon didn't even have to block, as he stepped to the side and a fist was planted in his face, sending him back and his body crashing to the floor.

The middle stage warriors had seen enough.

"The fight is over, Simyon is the winner."

"No!" Brack shouted, getting to his feet, his face was almost unrecognizable with his nose bent to the side and covered in blood. "I can still fight… I can still."

When Brack went to walk, he had nearly fallen over. The middle stage warrior stood between the two and just shook his head at him.

With nothing else he could do, all Brack could do was head back to the Demonic Faction location. Walking over, his footsteps were heavy, he had swayed side to side.

Brack didn't even hear the cheers of encouragement the crowd gave him, for continuing to fight even though he clearly was the weaker man, because he just feared what was going to happen when he returned.

The moment he set foot inside, Sha Mo was the first to speak to him before anything.

"Did you think my words were those of lies?" Sha Mo asked. "You, and anyone who has a blood relation to you, are no longer a part of the Behemoth Clan."

At that moment, it was almost as if those words were what had broken Brack. It caused his legs to give in, he fell to the floor, and more blood had poured from his mouth.

His upper body was heavy.

"My… family… I'm the only warrior from my family… what are they… meant to do."

As Brack's upper body felt too heavy for him, he saw it leaning forward and his face dropping to the ground, just before someone had caught him, and it was a person Brack would have never expected.

"Ja… Jake." Brack said.

"If you need somewhere, then the Crimson Crane are always looking for talented people like you," Raze said.