Having said that, the referee unexpectedly invoked magic, gathering the elemental winds to form a palm nearly the height of a person. This ability to shape magical elements into concrete forms is exclusive to magicians of fourth rank or higher.
This bears a striking resemblance to the warrior's external release of Qi.
Niya couldn't evade this palm without resorting to magic weapons. But if she did use them, wouldn't that confirm suspicions of cheating?
Using magic weapons would undoubtedly lead to her being discovered and expelled from the arena.
Seeing Niya's lack of resistance, the referee felt a surge of satisfaction.
Yann, who had been observing from the sidelines, suddenly let out a cold snort and drew the sword from his waist, leaping onto the platform.
"Isn't that Niya's Undead Warrior? What's it up to? Offering itself up for death?"
"That's not necessarily true. That Undead Warrior can defeat a third-rank warrior with just one move."
Those on the platform began discussing in astonishment upon seeing Yann leap up.
Wearing the heavy armor weighing over eighty pounds, yet possessing such powerful jumping ability, the strength of this Undead Warrior was evident.
The referee noticed Yann's actions but didn't pay much attention—a mere Undead Warrior couldn't be that formidable. His strength as a fifth-rank magician wasn't to be underestimated!
Yann, seeing that the referee paid no heed to his actions, smirked beneath his mask.
Enveloped in Dark Flame, Yann activated a magical formation on the half-sword in his hand.
"Ignite!" A scorching black flame erupted on the blade of the half-sword!
The long flame tail extended half a meter above the blade, heating the air around Yann.
The temperature of this flame was likely no less than five hundred degrees Celsius!
"Dark Flame!" the referee exclaimed.
This black flame was a type of dark magic. Although it possessed flame-like characteristics, it was more accurately classified as dark magic.
This kind of black flame wasn't as intense in temperature as fire magic, but it had a troublesome characteristic.
Like all dark magic, Dark Flame had its own eerie aspect—objects burned by it were difficult to extinguish, even with water. Only the caster could stop it, or powerful water or light magic could counter it. Of course, with strong enough magical power, it could be ignored altogether!
The referee was astonished. As a fifth-rank wind magician, his wind would only fuel the Dark Flame further. Moreover, with the temperature of this black flame reaching five hundred degrees Celsius, it was fifth-rank Dark Flame!
This was beyond what a fifth-rank magician could handle!
Who exactly was this Undead Warrior, capable of wielding Dark Flame? Practicing Dark Flame to a certain level could even incinerate souls.
Yann's crimson eyes locked onto the referee as he descended from the air, bringing down his sword.
"Yann..." Niya clasped her hands in front of her chest, murmuring as she watched Yann descend from above.
"Wind Shield!" The Ripple Shield couldn't withstand Yann's blow, the referee knew this well. Therefore, he chose to use the more powerful, albeit more costly, Wind Shield!
By gathering the surrounding wind through magic, he formed a shield in front of him. The wind rotated in different directions, dispersing the enemy's attacks. This was especially effective against fire magic.
Yann's sword, infused with Dark Flame, clashed against the Wind Shield, emitting the sound of steel colliding!
The constantly rotating Wind Shield absorbed the Dark Flame into its vortex, rolling and spinning it, flinging the black flames away, shooting dark tongues into the sky!
The protective strength of the Wind Shield proved the power of magic. Even wind magic, which wasn't known for defense, had such power at advanced levels, let alone earth magic!
But Yann's sword didn't stop there. Suddenly, his eyes burst into a crimson light.
A more powerful flame, even stronger than before, began burning. This flame gradually condensed into liquid form, transitioning from gas to liquid! This flame had surpassed the limits of ordinary fire!
Under the organization of this liquid flame, the rotating Wind Shield gradually slowed down, indicating that it wouldn't hold out for much longer.
"Bixide, you should leave. I don't think I can hold out much longer!" The referee's heart was filled with bitterness.
He had thought this would be an open-and-shut case, easily driving away Niya, even if the Undead Warrior intervened. But he never expected this Undead Warrior to be so tricky.
Bixide quickly jumped off the platform upon hearing this.
He dared not participate anymore, even if Clark offered him another hundred gold coins. Come on, who would dare to face such a terrifying Undead Warrior? Didn't you see that even a fifth-rank magician referee was on the verge of losing?
Seeing Bixide jump off the arena, the referee increased the magical output of the Wind Shield, strengthening its defense, ensuring he wouldn't be defeated too quickly. The referee dared not fight back now, fearing what would happen if he withdrew his support from the Wind Shield. What if the opponent's sword came down directly?
Anyway, many people were watching now. If he lost, wouldn't it be embarrassing?
Now he could only hope that referees on other platforms would notice the situation here and come to his rescue.
Otherwise, he would lose face.
Yann knew exactly what the referee was up to. Thus, he stretched out his other hand, aiming it at the referee.
Seeing Yann stretch out his other hand, the referee inwardly exclaimed in dismay. He was already afraid—who knew what other tricks this Undead Warrior had up his sleeve?
Originally thought to be just a warrior, it turned out this Undead Warrior was a rare dual practitioner of magic and martial arts, excelling in both aspects.
This was simply unbelievable. Talents who practiced both magic and martial arts were rare on the entire continent, let alone an Undead Warrior!
What was the background of this Undead Warrior in his previous life? Even after death, he was so formidable. This had become a puzzle in everyone's mind.
Just as Yann was about to create another Dark Spear with his other hand, an unexpected event occurred.
"Stop!" Before the words had even fallen, a stone pillar suddenly came crashing down from the sky.