Transmigrated as a Ghost

Chapter 909 909 Victors

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As Mrazivý was closing in, Ghazi was certain that she would divert her attack away from him when he positioned his body in front of Marcus who was still holding down his ax with his body. Surely Mrazivý would not deliver a killing blow to her partner just to win a tournament.

Yet, Mrazivý's blade did not falter at all. This was all a part of Marcus' plan after all.

Right before he was hit by Mrazivý's sword, Marcus went into his ghost form and became completely intangible. 

For anyone to hit him in this state, they would have to channel spiritual energy into their weapon, and Mrazivý had no need to do so when her target was Ghazi.

Despite the immense amount of power Mrazivý's saber had behind it, the blade passed right through Marcus without causing him any damage and clashed against Ghazi's ax.

Mrazivý's sword actually cut into the amethros weapon and cracks began to form on Ghazi's ax.

However, for all the damage Mrazivý's weapon did to Ghazi's, hers took twice as much.

It was not long before her top tier adamantine blade shattered into pieces and was lost in a spray of metal shards.

This would seem to be the end of her and Marcus' final offensive, but the colossal power she had been exerting did not simply disappear now that the blade it had been focused into was destroyed.

The energy that Mrazivý had compressed exploded out all at once, taking the form of a dragon's head that bit into Ghazi's body.

An earth-shattering explosion then expanded out around them and spread out until it was pressed up against the already wavering defenses protecting the spectators and the surrounding city.

Soon the final barriers began to crack, and it seemed that Mrazivý's ultimate attack would not only take out Ghazi, but a portion of the city as well.

Except right before the capital of Aezam was turned into a hellscape, Mrazivý's attack died down and the last barrier managed to hold on. Albeit with so many cracks in it that one more attack would certainly destroy it.

"That was almost really bad." Mrazivý said, wheezing heavily and a painful expression on her face.

In front of her was now a giant hole in the ground that went straight down further than the eye could see. 

She had managed to direct the majority of her power into the crust of Mirrion and prevent it from destroying her surroundings. Now, Aezam had a hole in the middle of it that went several hundreds of kilometers down into the world.

Mrazivý was completely exhausted after unleashing her most powerful attack. Her body had reverted to its normal state and just keeping her torso upright while resting on her knees was all she was capable of doing.

The worst part through was her arms.

She was still far from proficient with using her Supreme Skill and compressing all of her might into one attack had caused her a great deal of backlash.

Her left arm was broken in several places and all the bones in her hand had been shattered. But these were far from the worst injuries she had received. Her right arm all the way up to her shoulder had turned purple and the liquefied insides of her arm were spilling out through breaks in her skin.

It was unclear to her just how bad the damage was since she was unable to feel anything in her arm, but just looking at it told her just how serious it was.

Not just blood was coming out of her open wounds but destroyed muscles and bone fragments. Frankly, Mrazivý felt that it would have been easier to deal with if the entire arm had just been obliterated rather than being left in such a state. Plus, without any mana left, she was unable to use her regeneration skill, leaving her without the power to heal her injuries.

"I guess I am still doing better than him at least." Mrazivý said, looking across the battlefield where Ghazi's unconscious body lay resting.

The man that was believed to be the strongest warrior in Aezam had several large puncture wounds in his torso, along with lacerations and bruises all over his body. The localized damage Mrazivý had taken to her arm was worse than anything that Ghazi had sustained, but the sheer volume of wounds on his body outclassed the damage she had taken.

Luckily Ghazi did not seem to be in danger of dying thanks to how absurdly tough he was as a level eighty-eight warrior.

"Looks like you could use some healing." Marcus said, appearing next to Mrazivý fully recovered.

He had activated the last use of his Ultimate Refresh on himself to heal his injuries and restore his mana.

This meant he could not use his strongest ability to immediately heal Mrazivý, but he was more than capable of employing one of his other methods.

A bright flash of white light shot off of Marcus' hands and his spirit healing began working to repair the damage Mrazivý had incurred from her own powers.

"I am certainly grateful that you came to me first, but should you not go tend to Ghazi. I do not think he will die, but it is possible with how much blood he is losing. You should go and at least close up some of his more severe wounds. I am not in any danger right now, and it would be bad if we ended up known as the people that killed Aezam's greatest warrior." 

Mrazivý put on a brave face and gave Marcus an assuring smile that it would be fine to leave her for a few seconds to go and heal Ghazi, but Marcus just shook his head.

"Right now, I cannot heal him. I would just use long range healing magic from here, but the match has not been called yet."

Unfortunately, the arena was in a mess in the wake of their battle.

None of their attacks had made it out of the arena's defenses, but the shockwaves had still caused some damage to the foundation and several tens of thousands of people had fled. Causing a panic. The announcer was busier trying to keep things under control, rather than announcing the end of the match.

Now if Marcus were to heal Ghazi and the man got back to his feet before things were called, it would lead to the battle having to continue.

"He will probably be fine, and my greatest concern is you anyway. You may be good at taking pain, but that does not mean you do not feel it. I can tell that what you are experiencing right now is excruciating. So just let me heal you, and then we can worry about our opponent." Marcus said, wearing a caring expression.

Mrazivý understood that Marcus was right, and allowed her body to go limp and rest against Marcus who was sitting behind her.

It took around five more minutes before enough eyes were turned back towards the arena's floor, but soon enough an announcement echoed out through the arena announcing that Marcus and Mrazivý were the winners.