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<2nd Ring>
~BOOOOM - SLLAASH~
The breathtaking battle between John Stark and Karl was happening in the 2nd ring, the battle was breathtaking.
On one side a man wielded a white greatsword while on the other side was a man standing on the hill casting spells to hit the swordsman, the hill was also made from his sorcery.
The cultivator John Stark versus the Sorcerer Karl from the upper realm.
John moved viciously, even though he had killing intent in every one of his moves, he still preserved the charm of his sword in every bantam move.
Karl on the other hand was a Ground attribute sorcerer.
He didn't cast any big spell, his small yet calculated move created numerous obstacles for John Stark. Sometimes his foot got stuck, other times he faced countless rocky spikes and at worse some flying boulders twice his size were thrown at him.
With the sword in his hands, the man in white slashed and slashed until he made his way towards Karl.
His sword was about to reach Karl when he felt chills running deep in his bones, he halted his attack and bolted back to maintain distance.
John Stark took a deep breath. "I was about to die! My instincts are telling me that this man is planning something." He said to himself as he looked at Karl, who had a grave visage.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"You are an experienced fighter, no newbie genius could feel the death traps." Praised Karl.
John smiled gently, "Even though Akkar is the one with the title of Battle Maniac, I still have the record for the highest number of duels in my generation."
"This duel shall be your last, my only regret is that such a gem like you is born in this trashy place." When Karl completed his sentence, he started a short chant.
"6th Circled Spell, Sons of Ground."
Three figures emerged from the ground, that area was the same as where John was about to land earlier.
Three different types of golems came into being.
The first one was huge, around 3 meters tall, the rocks around his body were bulked, and he had a long terrifying mace of rocks.
The other one was a 2 meters tall golem, it has a spear-shaped lance of rocks and a rocky shield.
The third and last had a slim body, its size was around 1.7 meters, and it has sharp and long rocky dual blades in its hands.
The Fair Sword of Humanity looked at the three Golems and gulped. "Oh boy!" He exclaimed.
<4th Ring>
Farrie Holaleth against Reema, two women who just lost their loved ones were venting their anger on each other.
The whip attacks of Reema were tremendously dangerous for the squishy body of Farrie Holaleth, but to Reema's shock, Farrie dodged every one of the attacks.
She moved like a fallen leaf moving in the winds of autumn, random aimless movements confused Reema beyond the limit.
"YOOUU BITCH." Reema yelled and called out her martial spirit. "Come out, Zeruma."
The giant strange bird came out and revealed its body.
~KAAAAWWWWW~
It cried like a raven but by no means it looked like a raven, its odd two heads and the entire body had feathers made of acidic liquid.
~PHIS- PHISH- PISS~
When it extended its wings, the droplet fell to the ground and made a hissing sound.
Seeing that, the princess made his move. Farrie, who was known, for her light mood and humour was like a demoness carving for revenge. She released her martial spirit as well.
"Come, Toiril"
~FOOOOOHHHH~
A giant soothing breeze blew on the ring, a greenish figure showed its magnificence. The martial spirit was like an elven female, bafflingly beautiful and utterly alluring. Her hair and dress were made of a myriad of pretty flowers and jazzy vines. It was a nymph.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm7 orbs rotated behind the back of Farrie Holaleth, she didn't speak and vanished from the ring, surprising Reema in the course of action.
<5th Ring>
This ring was filled with fancy moves and mid-air sparkles, the long swordsman Zulfi Dimitry against another long swordsman Salom Uqually.
Two geniuses from their respective origins were destined to fight, it seemed as if destiny was telling them that this world is not big enough for the two of them to live.
They finally encountered 3rd time in a row but, there won't be any 4th time.
~CLLANNG~
The sword clashed as two figures keep attacking without delaying a second.
Salom swung his sword, it was a short and precise swing. Zulfi raised his sword lightly, as both swords clashed he gently waved his hand and parried all the weight of the sword to the other side.
When he found Salom off balanced he stabbed his sword towards his chest, latter quickly took a few steps back and saved himself by hair's breadth.
"You know a trick or two, very good. This amount of talent is good for a countryside bum like you." Uttered Salom Uqually.
Zulfi sighed, he was bored by the continuous lame dialogues of Salom Uqually. "You have the sword to prove your might, save my ears and sheath your tongue and focus on your sword's play."
As Zulfi was responding, Salom stabbed, it was a very accurate and precise stab. Zulfi quickly raised his sword straight, and the tip of Salom's sword struck against the belly of Zulfi's sword. This move was well calculated, it is meant to destroy the weapon of opponents, especially the swords.
But to his shock, the sword of Zulfi didn't break. Because it was a special tier sword given to him by Ezra Zephyr.
Zulfi slightly moved his hand, the entire weight of Salom was on the sword and when the slight move occurred, the tip of the sword slipped and Salom lost his balance. Zulfi didn't delay a second and stabbed back, Salom moved his head to the side.
But still, his cheek and ear were slashed by Zulfi Dimitry, fresh hot blood dripped from his newly made wounds and fell on his clothes.