I take a deep breath as the match is started.
John just stands there, waiting for me to move.
I can't last in a drawn out fight, I'll have to use my most powerful magic from the very beginning.
I clap my hands together and bones surge up from the ground to pierce through John as he just stands there.
I float into the air while his vision is obscured.
They make contact and break apart on impact.
That's fine, it was mainly meant to obscure his vision. Though some damage would have been appreciated.
He continues looking on at where I was stood before the attack, seemingly unbothered that he can't see me.
I raise my hands and a huge swirling ball of blood forms.
I feel myself falter, this used up almost all my magic.
If this fails, I'm done.
I launch the huge bloody sun down towards him.
He simply looked up and pointed a finger and launched a bolt of lightning.
My attack was blown apart in an instant and the lightning kept coming towards me.
If that hits, I'll die.
I close my eyes and embrace death.
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I'm not letting such a talented girl die like that.
Especially not when she's one of my future daughter in laws friends.
I form a shield in front of Maria to take the bolt for her.
Though this power is incredible.
Judging by the spell and the strength of it, his magic stats must be about half of Merlin's, whose true stats sit at 20,000.
We could show our true stats to the world, but that could be rather intimidating for the people who appraise us when on foreign diplomacy events. Best to make the appear exceptionally high but nothing too insane.
I just wish I could thank the man that gave us the skill to do that. What was his name again? Anubis I think it was. Funny guy. Claimed to be a god though I doubt he's that impressive.
The contestants are changed around and its time for Maya's fight.
I wonder how strong she is without her dragon.
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It's time for my fight.
I take a pill and place it into my mouth.
Just one pill, that's all I'll need to beat that worthless commoner whore.
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I step into the ring my pistols holstered at my side.
I can feel Amon's strength within them.
Edgar steps in across from me.
He looks across at me like an insane man, his eyes completely deranged.
Its clear he intends to kill me.
The match is started and immediately Edgar surrounds himself with a raging storm.
He begins to throw lightning out without even bothering to aim.
I'm doing everything I can and barely managing to dodge it.
I shoot back towards him with stone bullets, only for them to be obliterated by the lightning storm surrounding him.
I'm able to get behind him and pour all my magic into one shot. It's my only hope of breaking through his storm.
I pour everything into the spell and release a large blast of wind.
The wind smashes through the storm, tearing it apart and blasting Edgar across the arena.
I place my pistols in there holsters and draw the dagger that Amon made for me back when I first started training with him.
I run across the arena and slash across Edgars chest, slicing open leather cuirass and leaving a thin line of blood across his chest.
"YOU BITCH!"
He screams as he slams a fist into my jaw, sending me flying across the arena.
There's no way he's that physically strong.
I fall to the ground, I try to stand but I just end up getting kicked in the face and falling down again.
Blood spurts out my nose across the arena and I feel my consciousness fading.
He kicks me in the side breaking multiple ribs and forcing me onto my back.
"Die."
He brings his foot down.
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This guy intends to kill Maya.
Well, he's my next fight, so I'll show him true fear, I'll scar him so badly just the mere mention of my name is enough to leave him cowering fear.
He's about to stamp her head and crush it.
I teleport over Maya and stop his foot with my own.
"HOW DARE YOU INTERFERE WITH MY MATCH!"
"Just try going any further. Forget the tournament, we'll kill you."
It seems I'm not alone.
Leon's got his blade against the back of Edgars neck, a single muscle twitch would be enough to take his head off.
Maria has even used the magic she recovered to create glistening spears of blood, all primed towards Edgars heart.
Even Father has drawn his blade and has a serious look on his face.
All around the arena, other people are preparing to intervene, not to stop Edgar, no they intend to try and stop us from killing him.
"The fight's over! Edgar Anglia Wins!"
The referee breaks the silence and calls the match.
Edgar storms off angrily towards the stands.
Just you wait, I will show you what true hell looks like.
By the time I'm done, you'll be begging for a death that never comes.