I HAVE A SPELL
The person who obtained the lucky pass to the next level was none other than Ivior. He must have bought the registrars of the competition again to place him favorably in the competition.
My turn came up soon.
I quickly went up to my assigned arena.
"Who dares come to face the Bully who killed the Supreme conjurer Geesea? I crushed the cockroach Supreme with my bare fists, who wants to try?" I shouted out to the competitors and asked.
My taunt drew enormous criticism and anger from the crowd, but the message reached its intended audience.
"Boo" "Boo"
Someone was walking over from the other side of the arena.
But upon hearing my loud call, he quickly shirked and went back to his seat quickly. He realized his challenger was me, the Bully who killed the Supreme Conjurer easily with his bare hands.
My challenger gave up his match to me.
"Yaw Bulee wins"
Suddenly, there was a loud commotion in the next arena. Soon, the referee announced, "Strega wins"
Strega, the exotic girl who wore midriffs, quickly won her match in the next arena. She won the match as quickly as it was announced.
"You win your match quickly", I shouted out to Strega in the next arena beside mine.
"Not as quickly as you. I defeated my opponent with a Spell. You defeated yours by shouting", Strega said to me.
"Hahaha, all this scum is fodder for our eventual match", I laughed and pointed my finger at the girl to challenge her.
"I eagerly await it", she replied to me.
"You still owe me your dress", I said to her.
"You'll have to tear it out from my belly", she replied to me.
Suddenly, another victory was announced.
"Prince Spiros wins"
Prince Spiros also won his match in the other arena. Although he won his match slower than us, it wasn't slower by much. He was the other favorite to win this contest.
"Who is that guy?" Strega asked me.
"He is one of the strongest young knights in this part of the continent", I replied to her.
The next few rounds of matches were uneventful because I won my matches without even fighting.
All I did was scream and shout and my competitors quickly resigned from the fight. Getting paired with me in the competition was as good as being kicked out.
The same goes for Strega and even Spiros.
Our strength was far ahead of the other conjurers, so few would risk losing their arms or legs by fighting with us. Most of them resigned a short while after the match began with us or before the match even began.
To our surprise, there was one person who advanced in the matches without much effort too.
He was Conjurer Ivior. Ivior was matched with the weakest of opponents most of the time and there were more than a few matches that he won by default.
Eventually the time came for the Semi-finals of the Conjurer Inheritance Competition.
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"Yaw Bulee vs Strega"
"Aren't these two the ones who defeated a hundred conjured lions in the qualification test in one go?", a spectator asked.
"Wow, it is the anticipated battle between the most favored contestants, Bully vs Strega", someone from the audience said.
"Finally, there is some excitement in this bland contest. These two basically just walk over their opponents", another added.
The girl and I have gained many fans among the spectating crowd. This was a contest that the spectators have difficulty deciding and betting on.
"Who do you think will win?" someone asked.
"They are both almost equal match by how they destroyed their opponents", another opined.
Our strength was comparable judging by our performance in the previous matches- we shattered our opponents like they were ants. But that would only prove that our opponents were too weak.
Suddenly, the air around us grew violent before swirling in a powerful whirlwind. This was Strega's opening move. She commanded the winds to her bidding.
"I have a Spell", she cried as her magic was summoned.
"Finally, it has come to this. I wonder how well you stand under the force of my wind", Strega shouted to me.
"I wonder why you must say the same thing on every match- I have a Spell? Does saying that give you magic?" I asked her.
"It is our tradition. We need our victim to know what caused their death", she replied to me.
The powerful wind grinded their way toward me like a tornado that soon surrounded me. If I was someone else, the wind could have torn my body into shreds. But I have the skin of the Dark Angel, the wind did no lasting damage to me.
"Your tornado, erm Spell, merely tickles me", I replied to her.
"Your skin is tough for a big talker", Strega replied to me angrily, shocked that her spell couldn't harm me at all.
"You talk no less than me", I replied to her.
Suddenly, I disappeared.
"Where did the Bully go?" the crowd asked in surprise.
Before anybody noticed where I went, I appeared behind Strega with my hands reaching her neck.
"Controlled Chaotic Strike"
Suddenly, Strega disappeared before my hands struck her. This was the first time ever that someone escaped from my teleporting strike.
Strega soon reappeared a short distance away. She could teleport in a small distance.
"Your teleport movement is impressive", Strega told me.
"Your movement is not weak either", I replied to her.
"You are strong for someone who hasn't awakened your Cakra", Strega said to me.
"Cakra? Indeed, you must be a Mage of Prolis?", I asked the girl.
"Indeed, I am. I wonder how your foundation magic compares to my Spell", the girl said to me.
"We never know unless we try", I replied to her.
"I have a Spell", Strega said to me again.
"Why do you always say that?" I asked her.
"That is what we Mages of Prolis always say before a duel with an opponent. It introduces us to our opponent as Mages and gives the opponent an opportunity to surrender", Strega explained to me again about the culture of the mages, this time reintroducing herself as a Mage of Prolis.
"Well, I don't have a Spell but will gladly receive yours", I replied to her.