Strongest Warlock - Wizard World Irregular

Chapter 83: The Living And The Dead [Part 2]

'Fortunately, he is a Necromancer,' Noah thought. 'If he was a Summoner, I would have no chance of winning.'

Although he was outnumbered four to one, the silver-haired boy still had a calm look on his face.

Knowing that his opponent wouldn't give him any breather from this point onwards, Noah took a fighting stance and pressed his thumb over the small spike located on the handle of his whip.

Blood dripped from his thumb, but this blood of his was immediately absorbed by the handle of his whip, as if it was a sponge.

His opponent wasn't aware of what Noah did and ordered his Undead Creatures to attack his opponent without showing any mercy.

"Sorry, but I'll be ending this battle now, Dud," the Necromancer said with confidence.

Noah didn't reply and simply lashed his whip at the Undead Wolf that had leapt towards him from his right side.

The Mummy, and the other Undead Wolf, also charged at Noah, but the silver-haired boy prioritized the wolf that was nearest to him.

His whip then coiled on the body of the Undead Wolf, which created a sizzling sound that made it seem that it was being burned by the whip.

As if to prove that point, white smoke rose up from its body, alongside its howls of pain.

Suddenly, Noah lashed out his whip towards the mummy that was charging at him, while the Undead Wolf was still entangled by it.

From the eyes of everyone, Noah's attack was so fluid as if the Undead Wolf that was coiled in his whip weighed nothing.

Since the silver-haired boy's whip could freely extend according to its Master's will, it shortened itself at the right moment, smashing the Undead Wolf on the Mummy's chest.

The impact was so strong that the mummy was blown away by Noah's counter-attack, making his opponent's eyes widen in shock.

'H-He's using the whip like a flail?!' Ralf exclaimed internally.

However, that wasn't the only reason why he was surprised. His Undead Monsters had superhuman strength, making it impossible for them to be lifted as if they were as light as a feather.

Also, the Undead Wolf that had been entangled by Noah's whip started to ignite in a blue blaze, making Ralf unable to comprehend what was happening.

Noah, who had no idea what Ralf was thinking, rolled to the side to evade the last Undead Wolf's strike that was aimed at his chest.

After evading the attack, the silver-haired boy once again used his whip, which still had the Undead Wolf in its restraints.

The whip-like-flail that was now coated with blue flames, smashed at the last Undead, sending it crashing towards the barrier of the arena.

A second later, Noah did a backhand flick of his whip, and sent the burning Undead Wolf flying back towards his Master, who was too flustered to react to the surprise attack that Noah had initiated.

"Ahhhhhhh!" Ralf cried out in shock, and pain, as the blazing wolf smashed on his body.

Ethan winced after seeing this scene because he knew for certain that Ralf was in serious pain at the moment.

As if making sure that his victory wouldn't be snatched away from him, Noah's whip grabbed hold of Ralf's Wand, which the latter had dropped after getting hit by his own summon.

"Do you surrender?" Noah asked as his whip coiled around Ralf's body, preventing him from doing anything.

"Y-Yes! I surrender!" Ralf shouted. "Let me go, you bastard!"

Noah ignored Ralf's cursed shouts and simply glanced in the direction of Professor Barret, who served as the referee of the match.

The Professor smiled before nodding his head.

"Winner! Noah Cassemir!" Professor Barret declared.

"""Whoah!"""

All the members of Dud Manor cheered and applauded the handsome silver-haired boy for snatching their second wind.

As Noah was about to leave the arena, he heard Ralf shout out to him from behind.

"How?!" Ralf asked. "How were you able to neutralize my Undead so easily?!"

Noah eyed the Necromancer from the Schwartz Manor and smiled.

"Sorry, but it's a trade secret," Noah replied before walking away from the arena without giving his defeated opponent a second glance.

The girls from the other Manors looked at the handsome silver-haired boy in a different light.

All Witches were attracted to handsome and powerful Wizards.

Although Noah didn't use any spells, and only relied on his weapon during the entire fight, it made him look like a gallant knight, whose exceptional fighting skills had won the day.

"With this, we are just one win away from beating Schwartz Manor," Ethan said excitedly. "Sir George, please win the next fight!"

"I can now feel the pressure weighing on my shoulders," George replied good naturedly.

However, the smile soon disappeared on his face and was replaced with a solemn expression.

He then glanced at his best friend, Henry, who nodded his head at him.

"Do your best." Henry patted George's shoulder. "I'll handle the rest."

A sigh escaped George's lips before he left the stands in order to fight in the arena.

Seeing his senior's expression, Ethan felt as if something was wrong.

"Sir Henry, is Sir George's opponent strong?" Ethan asked.

"Very," Henry replied. "In fact, George's opponent is the Strongest Third Year in the academy. If nothing unexpected happens this year, he will become the Schwartz Manor's next Head Prefect after we Fourth Years graduate from the academy."

Hearing his Head Prefect's reply, Ethan's hope of a landslide victory against the Schwartz Manor suddenly felt like wishful thinking.

Even Luna, who always looked positive, looked at the Arena with a serious gaze. A moment later, a Third Year student, who had the same hair color as her, went up the stage.

As if to prove that Henry's words were true, the battle between George and his opponent lasted only half a minute, ending the Dud Manor's winning streak in an instant.

Ethan looked in a daze at the winner of the match, while George was being taken by the Medics to the infirmary in a hurry.

The nurses all had anxious looks on their faces due to how serious George's injury was.

It was as if his opponent had vented all of his anger for the defeat of his two teammates, on the Dud who dared to face him.

The Third Year with the same hair color as Luna then glanced in the direction of the Dud Manor and smirked.

"You guys got lucky this year," the Third Year said with a devilish smile on his face. "I'll see you all again next year."

Without another word, the Third Year from the Schwartz Manor left the arena under a round of applause and cheers from the students of the academy, who idolized powerful Wizards and Witches.