Transmigrated as a Ghost

Wide eyed with disbelief, Marcus stared at his cataclysmic iron sword that weighed hundreds of tons, and now had cracks webbing through it.

He did not know how Quillon had been able to block his tier six spell when it had the force of a full capacity freight train behind it.

In fact, it was as if he had dispersed all of the force from the attack, since the ring under his feet did not seem to have taken any damage.

Quillon then shot forward again, and Marcus could see he was using a different technique as his sword was pointed directly at him, ready for some type of thrust.

'Let's see if he can do it again.'

Bringing his cataclysmic iron sword down again, it looked like Marcus had gone crazy sine its current path was heading right towards him.

Yet Quillon understood what he was doing, and Marcus watched him click his tongue and stop mid charge to take up a defensive stance.

Marcus then went into his ghost form as his tier six spell was about to crash down.

And just like before Quillon's aura seemed to spike and he slashed upwards at Marcus' cataclysmic iron sword.

However, unlike last time where the sword was deflected, this time it was spit clean in two before shattering into hundreds of pieces.

The ring under Quillon's feet also began to crack, having to support him this time and being unable to take the weight of Marcus' attack.

'Soul Devour, and Fire storm.'

Still even as surprising as it was to watch his strongest spell, get destroyed, Marcus used nearly all of his remaining mana to cast one final big spell, now that Quillon was off balance and unable to defend properly.

The fire storm completely swallowed Quillon and dyed the ring a bright red as the flames expanded throughout the area.

'I do not know what kind of ability he used to block my iron feathers and laser, but Blazegram's furnace worked, so firestorm should as well.'

Giving it his all Marcus poured every bit of strength he had into his fire storm, and he saw that the heat even became so intense that the ring began to melt.

'Shit, I did not kill him, right?'

Seeing as how powerful the last spell he had used was, Marcus was actually a bit afraid that he killed his opponent.

Certainly, Quillon had seemed like an unstoppable juggernaut, but Marcus had caught him off guard with a very powerful spell, that would have left most people as only ashes.

Luckily, when the fire storm receded Marcus could see Quillon was still alive. 

He had horrible burns on the exposed parts of his body, but he was still alive, proving once again just how tough he is.

'Time to finish it.'

With Quillon critically injured, Marcus rushed in to deliver the final blow.

He was out of mana and only had a bit longer before he reached his limit, but he felt he could deliver one last attack with his scythe and finish the match.

Except when he was only a few feet away from Quillon, his aura exploded again, and his sword armed moved as if possessed even though it had third degree burns.

It was a perfect strike, aiming for the exact moment when Marcus had begun his swing, and got under his guard.

The sword then plunged into Marcus' chest where his heart would have been, slicing through his clothing and armor like butter.

'Fuck.'

Feeling the searing pain of a sword in his chest, Marcus disappeared back into his ghost form and floated back off the sword.

He was currently in a decent amount of pain having a hole in his chest, but he had certainly had worse wounds before.

Still the fact that Quillon's last move would have killed most people, made Marcus a bit angry since he had been trying his best to not kill his opponents.

Unfortunately, Marcus had reached his limit, with his last attacking being thwarted and taking some damage from having his chest impaled, he knew he would not be able to muster any more effective attacks.

While Quillon was actually healing, his regeneration skill having already fixed the worst of his burns ,leaving him only with a few blisters left that would soon be gone.

'No other option, huh.'

Seeing that he was bound to lose if things continued this way, Marcus steeled himself and prepared to use his final trump card.

'Soul Burst.'

Using his final unique skill, all of Marcus' stats doubled.

For the next three minutes he would be twice as strong, and along with it his mana and stamina recovered tremendously.

Of course, he had been hoping to not need to use this ability since afterwards his stats would be quartered for a week, but he needed to win right now and could worry about the future later.

Having found his second wind, Marcus burst forth with immense power shooting straight towards Quillon who was nearly fully recovered.

The two then clashed again but unlike before, Marcus had the complete advantage knocking Quillon around and forcing him on the defensive.

In fact, the only thing keeping Quillon from losing out right was his superior sword skills that were a few degrees higher than Marcus' skill with the scythe.

"Guh."

As Quillon was focusing all of his attention on blocking Marcus' scythe, he did not notice Marcus' kick until it hit him square in the gut.

It was a powerful strike and Marcus watched as blood and bile came out of Quillon's mouth as he was blown back.

'And to finish it.'

Slashing out with his scythe Marcus sent a powerful blast of mana, darkness, and light after Quillon.

It was certain to be a finishing blow with how much power was behind the attack and the injured state Quillon was in.

But when the attack was only a dozen feet away Marcus saw a silver ball of light pop out of Quillon's body.

The ball of light then took on the form of a miniature woman and put up a barrier of wind in front of Quillon.

'A spirit!'

Seeing this begin, Marcus knew immediately that it was a spirit.

Naturally as one himself it was impossible for him not to recognize his own kind when they were right before his eyes.

Marcus then watched as the spirt turned back into a ball of light and flew into Quillon, but instead of just entering back into his body, shimmered around him giving him a silver glow.

A bright light burst forth from Quillon in that moment, and his hair color that was black changed to silver, and his eyes that were brown turned a light green.

Two fairy like wings sprouted out of his back, and the light around him faded down to a subtle shimmer.

'They merged together.'

Marcus could not believe his eyes, the spirit that had just appeared somehow fused with Quillon and was now adding its strength to his.

'He is a lot stronger now.'

With the presence Quillon was giving off now, Marcus could tell, that his already unfathomable strength was now at an even higher level.

Still Marcus could not back down at this point and rushed in.

His soul burst only had so much longer before it ran out, and he had to finish the fight before then.

The two began clashing against each other in a flurry of attacks.

Their power now was nearly equal with Marcus having a slight edge in overall strength but Quillon being more agile.

Their devastating attacks quickly turned the ring into rubble and shook the arena.

The referee had even jumped out of the ring not wanting to be caught up in the fight that was beyond reason.

Most of the people watching this match had never seen such a display of power, and those that had, knew that this was not what a battle between people that were in the level forties should look like.

The two of them continued to clash neither gaining an edge. When Marcus tried using his soul devour to increase his power for an instance, Quillon's aura would rise like when he blocked the cataclysmic iron sword.

And when Quillon used this power on the offensive Marcus would use his soul devour to block.

Neither of them was giving an inch, but eventually one of them was going to give out, and Marcus knew it would be him.

He was fast approaching the time limit for his soul burst and once it ran out that would be the end.

"Eclipse meteor!"

Using his strongest attack, Marcus condensed all of the power from his supreme skill and shot forward.

He knew this would be his final attack, so it was all or nothing time.

'Soul devour.'

Activating his soul devour Marcus' strength exploded as he no longer held back his skill and let it eat away at his soul for greater power.

Quillon not backing down held his sword with both hands over his head and met Marcus head on.

His aura exploded once again and as the two clashed for the final time, a massive explosion of power swallowed the entire floor of the arena, and cracks began to form in the barrier protecting the audience.