Sorcerer’s Handbook

Chapter 33: Miracle

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"Valkas Ur bets 37 points of contribution"

「VS」

"Ash Seath bets 2 points of contribution"

It was a rare thing for a newcomer to participate in two consecutive death fights in the "cesspool" (a nickname for prison by death row inmates), not to mention that his opponent was actually the "noble" Valcas, which naturally attracted the attention of countless people.

Many people who were not members of the Death Fighting Club came over to watch. The auditorium was packed, and there was even a large crowd of people standing at the door.

"Both of them are using swords... Is it a sword fight? I haven't seen swordsmen fighting for a long time. After each sword fight, the whole arena is filled with the fragrant smell of blood..."

"Human, kill that elf!"

"What kind of sword-holding posture is this? Has he never learned swordsmanship? Could it be that he saw the nobles holding swords and was afraid so he picked up a sword too?"

"If you don't know how to use a sword, don't use it! Wouldn't it be better to use a spear? It's simpler and easier to use."

"It's obviously better to use an axe. With one blow, no matter what weapon you have, it will all be turned into pieces."

"You... What nonsense are you talking about? Obviously, the spear is more suitable for beginners!"

"I... I'm not kidding! An axe is the best weapon for newbies!"

Ash had one more reason to escape from prison: he would rather listen to others swearing than listen to two grown men with the voice of Black Tornado arguing with the elegant sentences of tsundere girls, which was as incongruous as Tom Yum Goong and tofu pudding.

"They're so noisy."

"The cesspool is like this, with flies buzzing everywhere."

Valcas looked at the iron sword in his hand and flicked it lightly with his finger, producing a clear and crisp sound.

"A maggot can't turn into a butterfly. Even if it were a real butterfly, it would just be a bigger fly in a cesspool."

Ash smiled and said, "It seems that you are very touched by prison life. Are you interested in writing a book?"

Valcas lightly brushed his fingers across the sword, assuming a standard swordsmanship stance.

"Ash Heath, I'm sorry."

The moment the barriers on the four sides of the arena rose, Valcas turned into a swift shadow, and the long sword in his hand seemed to extend to more than ten meters in length, piercing through the air in an instant!

Even though Ash was cautious and alert, he still didn't have time to block with his sword. He could only barely dodge to the right to avoid the vital points, and a small piece of flesh was cut off from his shoulder by Valcas' sword!

The intense pain made Ash gasp involuntarily, but he had no time to rest because Valkas was already within reach!

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Instead of running away, Ash did the opposite and took the initiative to rush into Valkas' arms to bring the battle to the most dangerous distance!

His rationality was not overwhelmed by the pain - Valkas was ten centimeters taller than him, with long arms and legs. His arm span and attack range were too large, and Ash had almost no room to resist at medium and close distances. Only by shortening the distance between the two sides to an extremely close distance could Valkas' advantage be turned into a disadvantage, so that he could not swing his sword even if he had one!

"Have you never learned any swordplay?"

Ash suddenly felt a chill all over his body, and saw with his peripheral vision that Valkas turned his wrist, changing from holding the sword in his forehand to holding it in his backhand!

clang!

Valkas' sword blocked Ash's stab, and the elf simply raised his elbow sideways, using his height advantage to hit Ash's forehead with an elbow strike!

Retreat! Retreat! Retreat!

The power of the elbow strike almost made Ash faint. At this time, the magic power that had been dormant in his mind slowly started to operate, emitting a cool breath that allowed Ash to quickly regain consciousness. His body still maintained the fighting instinct and he retreated decisively!

When Ash's vision returned to normal, a cold light came towards him!

boom!

Ash rolled and crawled to his feet, not daring to let his back touch the ground. He looked at the wall that was broken by Valkas's sword, his face full of fear, followed by terror.

Their swords are all unsharpened!

The prison is not crazy enough to hand sharpened weapons to the death row inmates for a fight!

It was already outrageous that Valcas used an unsharpened weapon to cut off a piece of Ash's shoulder blade. Ash thought that Valcas' sword was fast enough that his shoulder flesh could not react.

But it was a stone wall!

It's made of stone!

Stop it, this is not swordsmanship!

This is beyond the scope of swordsmanship!

"Shu, Shu Ling?"

"Why do you look a little surprised?"

Valcas smiled.

"Isn't it natural for a magician to use magic spirits in battle?"

"But the prison has not lifted the restrictions on magic power—"

"Some things cannot be locked up. Even if their hands and feet are tied, they will still grow wings and fly. Those magic spirits born from the knowledge that I have fully mastered, even if there is no magic power supply, they are still my power, and they will still turn every ordinary action of mine into a miraculous moment."

Ash exhaled deeply. He felt his clothes were a bit heavy because the blood from the wound on his shoulder soaked his clothes. He felt his strength was fading away. As the blood fled his body, it also took away his strength.

Unlike bare-knuckle boxing matches, swordfights using cold weapons do not have so many fancy turn-based confrontations. There is only a moment of life and death - the strong survive and the weak die.

But for some reason, he felt refreshed, the magic power in his mind even became active, and his shoulder didn't hurt much anymore.

"If I'm hit in the vitals by this kind of attack, I probably can't be saved, right?"

"I don't know. I've never fought anyone with all my strength in a death match."

“I’m the first one?”

“And the last one.”

boom!

With a light flick of Valcas's arm, the ground that was as hard as fine steel began to crack and explode, like a giant snake rushing towards Ash from beneath the ground!

"A miracle of elf swordsmanship, collapsing mountains and splitting the earth!?"

"He actually worked a miracle!"

"How can it be!"

There was a roar from the audience, and the faces of the death row prisoners were almost pressed against the invisible barrier, just to see more details of Valcas.

Igula was no exception. He had seen Valkas's life-and-death fight before and had anticipated that Valkas could use magic spirits.

But using magic spirits and using miracles are two completely different concepts!

Every miracle must be performed by the cooperation of several compound magic spirits, but this does not mean that having several compound magic spirits can perform miracles, just like ordinary people and handsome men and beautiful women all have a mouth, a nose and two eyes, but the result of the combination is that one has an angel face and the other also has an angel face—it’s just that their faces landed first when they were born.

The difficulty of casting a miracle is extremely high, so high that 'casting a miracle' itself is part of the miracle.

You have to know that people who can become magicians are naturally gifted, otherwise it would be impossible to improve a skill to the level of "art" and thus summon magic spirits.

However, even among this group of gifted geniuses, the luxury most of them could only hope to master one or two miracles in their lifetime, and this was also the average level among magicians - magicians below average did not even master a single miracle.

Miracles are so rare that their benefits are naturally positively correlated with the difficulty. Compared to the straightforward effects of magic spirits, the power of miracles is more complex, grand, and difficult to crack, and can even produce all kinds of incredible effects that transcend faction gaps.

For example, the swordsman's miracle has a healing effect, the waterman's miracle can evaporate the enemy, and the gunman's miracle will make the enemy actively catch the bullet...

There is a popular saying among magicians: 'Magic spirits are just an extension of our skills, miracles are truly incredible!'

Igula also mastered miracles, and he also fully mastered the several magic spirits required for miracles. In theory, he was also qualified to cast miracles.

But he had never been able to perform a miracle in prison.

Never succeeded once!

If you say that activating the magic spirit in prison is equivalent to using your feet to pick your nose, it is a bit difficult but you can do it with more practice;

Then performing a miracle in prison is like putting makeup on yourself with your feet! And it has to be very beautiful, otherwise it is not considered a miracle!

Now Ash is done.

Igula looked at the collapse of the sky and the crack of the earth on the death match arena and felt pity for Ash.

It was obvious that Valkas came here to kill people. Under the crush of Miracle, there was no hope for Ash's intact body. It was hard to say whether all the meat paste could be found from the rubble. The medical staff in the prison treatment room were simply unable to handle such serious injuries. In the end, Ash's body would inevitably be dealt with by the ogres.

This is the reality of the Blood Moon Kingdom. Under the tablecloth of 'racial equality', 'the supremacy of law' and 'harmonious coexistence', the carnivores still follow the cruelest law of the jungle.

Once their interests are touched, even if they hide in Broken Lake Prison, they will still be crushed to death by the fingers of those in power.

What a shame, such an interesting man...

When the sound of the earth collapsing and breaking in the death fight arena lasted for a while, someone finally couldn't sit still anymore.

"Why isn't he dead yet?"

"Even if the miracle is weakened to less than 10% of its power, it shouldn't be impossible to kill a weakling who can't even hold a sword, right?"

Yeah, why isn't Ash dead yet

The death row inmates, whose attention was completely drawn to the miracle, began to observe Ash seriously at this time.

There was no good land left in the deathmatch arena. Facing Valcas's miracle of splitting the earth with ease, Ash dodged left and right like a hamster, looking so embarrassed and dirty that he was almost crushed into a meat paste by the collapsing mountains and cracking the earth several times.

But he dodged it every time! Every time!

Although his movements looked clumsy, in the eyes of these death row inmates, his movements were becoming more and more neat and decisive, without any waste of energy!

Even Ash's sword became more and more stable, and he was even able to block Valkas's slash!

It's just like...

"Just like the death battle with the beautiful beast yesterday."

Someone murmured in a low voice.

As the first victim, Igula was naturally deeply touched by this. He watched Ash grow stronger and stronger during the battle, and his skills improved. He went from a greenhouse flower that couldn't even roll to a beast full of fighting instincts in just a few minutes.

Now, however, a second victim has emerged.

Ash, this beast, was so beastly that he learned swordsmanship in battle!

This is a prison, not a genius training center, you bastard!

However, there were also many people who recalled Ash's crime in their hearts and connected Ash's genius performance at this time with his background.

"The Four Pillar Gods..."

In the dim audience seats, Ronna hooked her arm around her boyfriend's neck, her eyes fixed on the two men on the death fight ring, a strange light flashing in her pupils.