I, the All-Class Magus, All My Awakening Skills are LvMax

Chapter 310: Chapter310-Countermove

John carefully checked his status and found no buffs.

However, his stamina was indeed depleting faster than usual.

Before he could fully process this, he saw Victor charging towards him! His movements were ferociously swift, like a tiger descending the mountains.

If previously Wildtiger resembled a tiger in appearance only, now Victor's momentum was truly that of a tiger.

If caught, there would only be one outcome.

Death!

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John tapped the ground with his toes and soared backward, releasing a fireball in Victor's direction as he retreated.

He noticed his MP consumption was almost double the usual amount! No wonder so many had faltered here before.

It seemed that any skill used here, or even just running, resulted in doubled consumption rates.

"It seems he has realized what's happening. Interesting indeed."

In the top-level box, Black Mist quietly watched the arena, a note of pleasure in his voice as grapes floated in the air beside him, their skins peeling off as if by an invisible hand.

The grapes then drifted into the Black Mist, and the clear sound of grapes being eaten filled the air, with several maids standing nearby.

"Any news from Jasminette?" asked Black Mist.

A maid stepped forward respectfully.

"All is normal."

If one looked closely, although these people's garments were identical, the flowers pinned on their heads were completely different, as were the subtle patterns embroidered on their clothing.

The distinctions in these patterns were quite apparent.

The maid currently speaking was the one with a pomegranate flower pinned to her head.

"It seems this young man does indeed possess some strength; he's already sensing the differences here," Black Mist noted, his voice tinged with a hint more pleasure.

The other maids remained silent, standing still at their places.

"So, let us guess who will win between the two of them?"

The maids continued to remain silent, knowing that their master's questions were rhetorical, requiring no answers.

Throughout the entire box, the black mist swirled as if alive, occasionally forming tentacles that curled around nearby fruit.

The master appeared to be in high spirits, though only the maids knew that it wasn't as simple as it seemed.

The master's temper was unpredictable, and angering him could lead to deadly consequences for them.

The maid stood her ground, expressionless.

Black Mist watched quietly from above, seemingly deep in thought.

...

John keenly felt that something was off about this place.

But he had no choice; he had to keep fighting, as there was no turning back now that he was here.

Victor eyed John, and in the next instant, charged at him like an arrow released from a bow!

John couldn't dodge in time and frantically positioned the Bloodthirsty Blade in front of himself.

Boom!

A fist, carrying the force of thunder, smashed into John's chest.

John felt a surge of blood roiling within him.

If it weren't for the multiple shields he had activated, he would have been pierced through by now!

He was thrown uncontrollably several meters back, his feet dragging a long mark on the ground.

Only by plunging the blade into the earth did he manage to stabilize himself.

Puh...

John uncontrollably spat out a mouthful of blood, staining the yellow ground red.

The onlookers, witnessing all of this, roared with excitement.

"Tear him apart!"

"Yes, smash him brutally, pull out every bone in his body!"

"Immortal Messenger, show him your power, let him know you're not to be challenged by just anyone, crush him completely!"

"Charge, go for it!"

The crowd cheered on, rooting for the Immortal Messenger.

But some people noticed something amiss.

This was the third attack, and the gold-tier challenger had just withstood a strike from the Immortal Messenger without any significant damage.

He had merely spit out some blood, which didn't seem to affect his ability to fight.

Some eyes were drawn to John's blade.

Many could tell that it was a divine artifact! Whispers began to circulate, and some even seemed ready to make a move.

After all, they believed that John was doomed to die this time.

If he were to die, his personal belongings would be left behind.

With a bit more money spent at the Rose Hotel, perhaps they could even take the blade for themselves.

Earning money and acquiring a divine artifact—what's not to love about that?

Only a few exchanged serious glances, their eyes reflecting solemnity.

A divine artifact, and specifically, a blade, embedded with a dazzling ruby.

This magus also appeared to have considerable melee skills.

Although his face was unclear, there were only a few in the entire alliance who fit these characteristics.

In a box one level down, a portly middle-aged man held a seductive, voluptuous young woman in his arms, smiling cheerfully as he spoke to the person next to him.

"Benjamin, what do you make of this guy?"

The one called Benjamin was bare-chested, his belly layered with fat like a meat mountain lying on the sofa.

His head was bald, but a long scar ran from the corner of his left eye down to his jaw, and a large burn scarred his right cheek, giving him a particularly fearsome look.

He held two similarly scantily clad young women, their bodies barely covered by a layer of light gauze, revealing their shapely figures in an especially enticing manner.

The girls seemed unfazed by Benjamin's daunting appearance, still smiling sweetly as they attended to him.

One of the young women, with slender, elegant fingers, peeled a grape and gently fed it to Benjamin's lips.

Benjamin ate the grape with evident satisfaction.

"A swordsman who can also cast long-range spells, and a young one at that. If not the one from the Imperial Capital, then who else could it be?"

They had already guessed that this was John, given that the attack on Star Cluster Academy had been widely publicized.

Anyone with even a slight connection knew the details.

In that incident, John had emerged as the savior of his generation, a fact that could hardly be concealed.

After that incident, many here had inquired about John's background, and they were somewhat surprised to learn that he came from a very ordinary lineage.

Everyone had assumed that a child with such formidable abilities must have been nurtured by a major family.

Yet, it turned out that John had no such background and relied solely on his own talent.

"Who would have thought this young man would take such an interest and come play in our arena," the middle-aged man said with a smile.

The young woman in his arms, very understanding, used a silver fork to feed him a slice of melon.

The man took a bite but then frowned.

"Not sweet."

It was just these two faint words, but the girl's face instantly turned pale.

She instinctively wanted to plead for mercy, but it was too late!

The same fork she was holding, as if pulled by some force, plunged into her neck and was then violently yanked out!

Her eyes widened in shock as blood spurted out.