Transmigrated as a Ghost

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'Sword savant style fourth form, whirlpool strikes.'

Spinning around with fluid movements and unleashing a rapid series of slashes, Mrazivý assaulted Casildo and Fasil and forced the two onto the defensive.

Each strike she made was devastating, and Casildo was the first to fall after blocking her attacks for just three seconds.

She was able slice the Achilles Tendon on his right foot and stabbed the tip of her blade into the elbow joint of his armor on the right side.

This gave him crippling injuries on both sides, and he was wholly unable to defend against Mrazivý's final attack against him.

She easily stepped past his guard and slammed the pommel of her saber into his right temple.

Casildo tried to protect his head with a quickly formed mana barrier, but the power behind Mrazivý's strike broke through.

The moment her attack hit his temple he crumbled to the ground and was clearly not going to be getting up for a while.

It was in this moment that Fasil viciously attacked Mrazivý with all he had. She had seemingly left herself open when focusing on finishing off Casildo and Fasil was not going to let his partner's defeat be in vain.

"Deadly Cross!" Fasil screamed as he sliced both his scimitars down at Mrazivý.

'Sword savant style seventh form, warding flash.'

Turning around faster than Fasil could perceive, Mrazivý sued another one of the skills her master had taught her and swinging her sword in a zigzag pattern in front of her completely deflected Fasil's attack and blew him back at the same time.

She then changed her stance to unleash a finish blow against her opponent whose footing was completely unstable.

'Sword savant style first form, tempest fang.'

Her sword gripped in both hands Mrazivý shot forward and swung down with all her might.

Except, Fasil in a completely unpredictable occurrence tripped right as Mrazivý was bringing her blade down and she swung past him. Carving a deep gash into the adamantine stage that had so far held up to every attack.

What just happened was almost inconceivable and an effect of the luck boost that Fasil's unique skill gave him.

For a single instance after he tripped Mrazivý was showing the perfect opening and Fasil slashed at the gap in her armor between her lower back and waist.

However, despite it seeming like he would connect, as there was no way Mrazivý should have been able to dodge from the position she was in, his blade only met air and his target had completely vanished from his sight.

In the next moment he felt a hand on the back of his neck and Mrazivý's saber slid under his armor and slightly piercing right armpit. From this position she could stab her sword all the way through his body and pierced his heart if she wanted to.

"I surrender." Fasil said, his head hung low in defeat.

After the announcer confirmed Marcus and Mrazivý had won, Mrazivý removed her blade from under Fasil's arm and began walking back towards Marcus.

"It seems that we do not have any fans here." Mrazivý said, looking around at the crowd that was silent and still.

Normally once a match had been completed there would be thunderous applause and cheering, but everything was currently quiet.

This was due to how incomprehensible Mrazivý's victory had been.

All by herself she had handily defeated two high level warriors that were known to have decent showings in the Muharib Festival.

Certainly, they were not contenders to win any of the tournaments, but Casildo and Fasil were still among the strongest fighters in the nation. Watching them get tossed around without putting up much of a fight was just something those that had watched them in the past could not understand.

It also did not help that Marcus and Mrazivý were foreign guests appearing for the first time and were unknown by almost everyone.

But as things were beginning to become awkward, several people sitting in the section reserved for the Sulb Clan began clapping despite their compatriots having just been soundly beaten.

As a clan that promoted strength above all else, they were acknowledging Marcus and Mrazivý for beating some of their powerful warriors.

Soon the fanfare infected the entire stadium and Marcus and Mrazivý, well mostly just Mrazivý since she was the one that did all the fighting was met with a roar of cheers and clapping.

"I guess that we are famous now." Mrazivý said with a pleased smile. She was not above enjoying a bit of admiration from random people.

"I think you mean that you are famous. I did not so anything but stand around." Marcus responded.

At this Mrazivý mischievously chuckled.

"Don't worry. Next time will be your turn. This fight helped me get the rust off, so I will leave the next match to you. We will make a better impression if both of us singlehandedly win a match by ourselves."

"I figured you were going to pull something like this." Marcus said with a sigh.

Still, it was certainly an effective way to impress the Sulb Clan. He was certain that after he showed off a bit in the next match that they would likely be able to get approval to enter the Desolate Desert which was their ultimate goal.

With their match finished, Marcus and Mrazivý made their exit and returned to Akeem's viewing box to watch the rest of the matches for the day.

When the two of them arrived, they were met with a feast that had been prepared to celebrate their victory in the first match.

"That was experiential. With that showing everyone will know that you are both formidable." Akeem said, a pleased smile on his face.

As Marcus and Mrazivý were his clan's guests, the prestige that they built up would positively affect the Eazim Clan.

"Yes, it was most impressive. The moves that you demonstrated were beautiful Mrazivý." Amira said.

Thanks to the playback and slowdown function of the screen that was set up in the box even someone as low level as Amira had been able to see each of Mrazivý's moves.

"Those sword skills you used are unlike anything I have ever seen. Where did you learn them? And that last move you used to dodge Fasil's attack, what sort of skill did you use" Bashir, Akeem's head guard asked.

Normally he just remained silent and stood behind his master to protect him, but as a fellow warrior he could not help but be curious after seeing Mrazivý's exceptional performance.

Of course, Mrazivý was about to truthfully answer Bashir and tell him about the Sword Savant, but Marcus clamped his hand over his mouth.

He knew that Mrazivý's master was a wanderer that cared little for authority, and it was possible that he had been through Aezam before and left less than a stellar impression. Marcus saw that there was no good that could come of Mrazivý's revealing who had taught her.

"Sorry, where I learned my sword skills is a secret. But as for the skill I used to avoid Fasil's last attack, it is called warp steps. It is a sort of more advanced version of the speed burst skill that allows you to move extremely fast almost like teleportation. The skill is hard to learn and uses a great deal of mana to activate. But it is very useful." Mrazivý said, revealing the information Marcus had told her was okay.

Bashir looked very interested in this skill and wanted to ask more about it when Akeem raised his hand to stop him.

"I myself am very interested in this skill I have never heard of, but if we keep standing around the food that Layla prepared will go cold. Let us eat first and we can have a more detailed discussion later." Akeem said, bringing the conversation to an end.

After that they all moved to a large dining table that had been set up in front of the viewing screen and ate while watching the next match in the tournament.

"Oh, this will be one to watch. One of these pairs will almost certainly be your opponents in the third match." Akeem said, looking down with interest.

One side was apparently the strongest duo from the Hayil Clan which was among the six major clans.

The other duo was another set of foreigners that were here as guests of the Sulb Clan.

However, unlike Marcus and Mrazivý who had been given one of the Eazim Clan's slots in the tournament these two had won their way through preliminary matches to get here.

With one look it was clear that the two of them were twins as they looked almost identical.

'I think that they are the first beast people I have seen in Aezam. Judging by the patterns on their ears and tails I am guessing that they a leopard beast people.' Marcus thought.

He could also tell without appraising them that the two of them were very strong. The way that they carried themselves showed just how confident they were in their power.