Earth's Greatest Magus

Chapter 495 - Against Magic

Chapter 495: Against Magic

[Lightning Bolt]

A streak of erratic lightning zoomed through the air, swiftly making its way to the standing gladiator. Thrax dodged the spell with relative ease, but he was impressed when he saw the spot where he had previously been was completely scorched black by it.

[Lightning Bolt] was considered one of the most troublesome low tier offensive magic one could face against. Not only was it quick, it also packed quite a punch.

"I applaud you for such a quick reaction, young man. But in a fight where there's a limited area to move such as now, my lightning magic is very lethal." Fryane said calmly, while lightning currents materialized on his staff again.

The middle-aged wizard casted another [Lightning Bolt] at Thrax.

ZIPP!!

A similar lightning bolt sped across the arena and Fryane was confident that this time his spell would hit its target because he had pushed all his spirit force into it. Unfortunately, he was bound to be disappointed, as Thrax still managed to dodge it. In fact, the latter looked even more casual than before.

"That's just luck!" shouted Fryane, when he saw Thrax dodged his spell again. "This time, I swear I will hit you!"

It was truly unfortunate for Fryane to fight Thrax, because the latter had seen this magic far too many times in the academy that he had already prepared a set of measures for it. Indeed, the spell was quick and could be very troublesome when utilized correctly.

However, the other party's discernible and slow casting speed, as well as the staff had given away the timing of the spell activation, which automatically made it easier for Thrax to dodge the spell.

Even without his spells or [Immortal Gate] battle art technique, it was an undisputed fact that Thrax had the highest natural physical capability out of Emery's group which numbered at 62 battle power points. With his formidable physique and reaction speed, he could basically dodge almost anything if he knew they were coming.

Therefore, Fryane had essentially zero chance of hitting the former with his spells unless he caught him off guard like the first time.

After launching his fourth and fifth [Lightning Bolt], Fryane became agitated and confused as to why Thrax seemed to be getting more and more evasive from his spells as time went on.

"Thi-This is impossible!! No one should be able to dodge my spells like this! What are you really?!!" said Fryane, as he frantically threw [Lightning Bolt] over and over.

It took a few more [Lightning Bolt] before the Briton wizard's face became pale and destitute was apparent in his eyes. Then, without him realizing it, the Thracian was already standing beside him with the steel polearm positioned next to his neck.

Briefly touching Fryane's neck with the polearm, Thrax calmly said, "Just to be clear, combat is not just about sheer muscle. But, if you really like muscle, I can certainly give you one for free."

Thrax was preparing to swing his polearm and knock the other party unconscious when the Briton wizard announced his surrounder. The middle-aged man knew he would not be able to take even a hit from the former. Ironically when it comes to resist against such attack, muscle does needed, which he doesnt have.

With this, Thrax already defeated half of the invitees and the other half had also lost the majority of their spirit to participate. Julian, who stood and watched from the sideline all this time, began cursing at Thrax because he had taken all the fun.

"You barbaric, uneducated, uncivilized, shameless man, come one change with me!!"

Thrax's ear began to turn red at the variety of adjectives Julian threw at him. Therefore, he turned his head and said, "Alright, just give me one more. I swear just one more!" He quickly added, when he saw the distrust in Julian's face.

Fortunately, his words seemed to work, as Julian nodded his head, albeit reluctantly. At that, he turned to the other invitees and shouted, "Alright! who else wish to challenge me!"

Silence ensued as no one was willing to walk onto the arena platform. They still remembered the pitiful sight of those fighting Thrax, where the luckiest of them only got away with several bruises.

Luckily, the silence didn't last long as someone finally walked onto the platform. When Thrax saw who he would be fighting against, he couldn't help but sigh deeply. To be honest, he was expecting the silver-masked figure or the two renowned swordsmen. But it was an old woman wearing a colorful robe who challenged him.

The woman was holding a staff in her right hand, where the skull of a horned deer could be seen at its top. From the look of it, she was what was called a shaman.

Even though his last opponent wasn't the one he hoped for, Thrax was still astute enough not to underestimate her. Therefore, the mighty gladiator quickly prepared his stance with the steel polearm.

The shaman smiled at Thrax's actions and said, "Please be easy on an elderly like me."

She then started chanting a series of inexplicable words. It was quite a long one, but everyone could gradually feel a massive amount of spirit force being drawn into the area, as the shaman continued her chant.

Thrax knew that for an easy win, he only needed to attack the other party while she was still preparing her spell. But his honor would not allow him to do it.

The entire platform was slowly shrouded in a light mist, but nothing had happened yet. Then just as everyone was wondering if the spell had failed, they could suddenly see numerous lights appearing in the mist before they took shape.

[Summon Spirits]

The lights came together and coalesced into a wolf from. Immediately after, it swiftly dashed towards Thrax with its jaw wide open. Seeing the incoming wolf, Thrax immediately brandished the polearm in his hands and stabbed forward.

Swish!

He was surprised when he saw the steel polearm go through the wolf as if it wasn't there. But the surprise didn't stop there as he found himself wounded. His right shoulder was bleeding when the wolf's supposedly intangible paw touched him, as if it had been scratched by the wolf's claws.

"Now this is interesting!" said Thrax, as he brought his polearm back and retreated a few steps back.

At the same time, two more wolves had been formed and dashed at him as well. Thrax began to maneuver around the spirit wolves, dodging their assault to the best of his abilities. These spirit wolves were actually faster than normal wolves, but they were still not fast enough to match Thrax's maximum speed.

Thrax contemplated and eventually thought the only way to defeat this spell was to hurt the shaman. Therefore, he quickly prepared his evasive maneuver to allow him to get close and attack her.

Unfortunately, due to his focus being entirely placed on her, Thrax didn't realize there were numerous motes of lights already coalescing behind him. They quickly formed into a bear form and successfully held him down by grabbing him from the back.

The spirit bear restrained Thrax's movement with its massive build, while the spirit wolves were having their time dealing wound after wound onto his body. Apparently, this was the combination attack prepared by the shaman.

Splat! Splat!

Blood splattered onto the platform as the Thracian began to bleed all over his body. Even so, he didn't panic.

He gathered all of the strength he could muster and discharged them to overpower the spirit bear that was holding him down.

"ARGGHHH!!"

The shaman couldn't believe her eyes when she saw that Thrax was able to escape from her powerful spell with just physical strength.

As Thrax made his way over to the shaman, she swiftly declared her loss and bowed to him with respect.

It was another win for Thrax and, as promised, the Thracian walked down from the arena platform. Then, before anyone from Emery's group moved, they saw the next one challenging them was the silver-masked figure.

Who should be fighting him now?