Black Hearted Mage

Chapter 119: Revenge Journey 5

The warrior, clad in heavy magic steel armor, ran at a furious pace, like a galloping iron bull. With every step, the solid ground of the training ground shook violently, as if it was about to be torn apart by the powerful impact.

The heavily armored warrior shifted slightly, adjusting his broad, thick shoulders to the optimal position, clearly intending to use this hardest part as a collision point, delivering a fatal blow. Meanwhile, Caesars, standing opposite him, similarly lowered his body slightly, his feet firmly planted on the ground, his hands clenched into fists, bracing himself for the impending fierce collision.

At this moment, the numerous nobles watching from outside the arena could no longer contain their excitement. Their eyes widened, their voices clenched in exclamations of surprise. Such a thrilling spectacle, imbued with the aesthetics of violence, was undoubtedly a highly entertaining spectacle for these pampered nobles. They eagerly anticipated the bloody scenes that might follow, to satisfy their thrill-seeking hearts.

Rad watched Caesar's every move closely. He was stunned when he saw that Caesar hadn't activated a protective spell like the other magicians. After all, it was well known that magicians were fragile and had low defenses. If they were to face a fully armed and powerful heavy-armored warrior head-on without any preparation, the consequences would be disastrous.

"Oh my God! Is this guy crazy? He dares to fight directly without activating the protective spell... I hope he is not hurt too seriously!" Rad muttered to himself, clenching his fists involuntarily, secretly praying in his heart that Caesars would be safe.

The mere twenty yards passed in a fleeting moment for the heavily armored warrior sprinting at full speed. In the blink of an eye, there was a dull thud as the heavily armored warrior and Caesars collided fiercely. However, to everyone's surprise, the anticipated earth-shattering crash did not occur. On the contrary, Caesarss was not sent flying. Like a kite with its string cut, the heavily armored warrior flew straight out of the training grounds.

Even after falling heavily to the ground, the heavily armored warrior still seemed to have not recovered from this sudden change. He lay there with a dazed look on his face, his eyes empty, as if he had no idea what had just happened.

"What's going on? Did you see clearly?"

A noble sitting in front of the arena asked, "How quickly things had changed. He had originally thought Caesars would be knocked out, but now it had taken a complete turn. Crucially, he had placed his gold bet on the heavily armored warrior."

“I didn’t see it clearly either!”

A noble standing nearby shook his head repeatedly, an expression of disbelief on his face.

Rad was quite excited. He bet five thousand gold coins on Caesar. The moment the heavy-armored warrior was thrown into the arena, the five thousand gold coins doubled to ten thousand gold coins.

Someone outside the arena had seen it clearly, and it was Count Ronald's powerful new wife. She ignored the surprised old Count and turned to look at her guards, saying softly, "Richard, he's quite powerful! I'm afraid you can't match him!"

"You're right. His body is incredibly powerful, and his flesh is incredibly strong. Even his magic steel armor was dented!"

"He must be hiding his strength. Let's see. This old man just got slapped in the face, so he's definitely trying to get back at it!"

Kasqi looked at the martial arts arena with great interest, not even paying attention to Ronald, whose eyes were already filled with ferocity. The next fight would definitely be more exciting.

Count Leonard frowned, as many nobles were placing their bets again, all placing their gold coins on Caesars. He and Basten were the bankers of this gambling game, and the other nobles won the gold coins in their pockets.

Leonard turned around and winked at Van Basten, who nodded immediately. He left his seat and walked over to the guards, whispering a few words.

Kaisas walked out of the martial arts arena and sat in his seat. The seat next to him was empty because the old man Rad had gone to the place where bets were placed.

"The first game was easy to win, but the second game might not be so easy!"

Caesars glanced at the people seated at the head table and observed something interesting. The nobles were all looking at him, their eyes filled with hostility. And the Countess was staring at him, as if trying to figure out his hidden hand.

The heavily armored warrior who was thrown out by Caesars had already climbed up and was whispering something with another heavily armored warrior.

Rad came back excitedly, grinning from ear to ear.

"Kaissa, I didn't realize you were so strong! Oh my, your robe is torn!"

Rad pointed at Caesar's shoulder. It wasn't that the clothes were torn, but that the old robe was completely shattered. Only a few silk threads were still connecting the robe and the sleeves.

"I guess the person taking the field this time will choose to use a weapon. I need to change into a better robe!"

"Kaesus, be careful with your staff too. It will be basically destroyed if it is hit by a long sword!" Rad reminded quickly.

Although a dragon bloodwood staff is sturdy, it is certainly not as good as a magic steel weapon. If the magic pattern carved on the staff is damaged, its value will be only half. If the damage is serious, the staff can only be used as firewood.

"I have a metal staff!"

Just as Caesars took a sip from his wine glass, a heavily armored warrior entered the arena. This time, the situation was different; the other warrior was wearing heavy armor with magic patterns. Dou Qi could activate the magic patterns, or perhaps the armor contained a source of magic power.

"Kaisas, where did you get your staff?"

Dragon blood wood is an extremely rare magical material. Even the dragon blood wood wands held by the famous magicians in the North Tower are far inferior to the one in Caesar's hand.

Caesar said with a relaxed look on his face: "I picked it up! Rad, I have to go on stage!" After that, he slowly stood up, first took off the tattered noble robe neatly, then reached into the space ring and took out a black magic robe.

Rad watched all this from the side, his eyes nearly popping out of his head. This was because the magic robe that Caesar was wearing was simply too gorgeous, covered in many silver magic patterns that he couldn't understand at all.

Rad couldn't contain his curiosity and asked quickly, "Kaisas, where did you get this luxurious magic robe?"

Kaisas's lips curled up slightly as he casually replied, "Custom-made!" Without even turning back, he headed towards the training grounds. In his hand, he held a metal rod, pitch black and made of what looked like magic steel.

Rad watched Caesar's receding figure, his heart filled with doubt. Normally, the magic patterns embroidered on ordinary magic robes would be made of magic copper, a material similar in color to brass and gold. However, Caesar's robe was made of not the common magic copper, but a rare silver metal thread. These questions swirled in Rad's mind, but for the moment, he could only suppress them.

As Caesars put on a magic robe and walked onto the arena with a metal stick in his hand, the nobles were confused.

"He's a magician! Why is he holding a magic steel staff?"

The noble, dressed in gorgeous attire and with a look of astonishment on his face, stared wide-eyed, his mouth slightly open, as if frozen in place. He turned around blankly, looking for help at the person standing beside him, and eagerly asked, "What on earth is going on?"

However, facing the noble's question, the man next to him was also bewildered and at a loss. He shook his head helplessly, indicating that he had no idea what was happening before his eyes.

Meanwhile, at the banquet table not far away, a graceful, elegant, and charming woman named Kasiki stared intently at Caesar in the martial arts arena. His black magical robe was particularly striking. The robe was uniquely tailored, featuring three high slits, each extending almost to the waist. Even more puzzling to Kasiki was the dense, intricate silver magic patterns woven into the robe. These patterns shone as brightly as the twinkling stars in the night sky, yet the mysteries they held remained elusive.

At this moment, the heavily armored warrior standing opposite Caesars was also slightly startled. He tightly grasped the huge two-handed sword in his hand, but the moment he saw Caesars, he seemed to realize something and quickly put the two-handed sword away. Then he took out a heavy shield and a sharp dagger from his storage ring.

As the referee walked steadily into the center of the arena, the audience's attention was fixed on him. Meanwhile, Caesars had already begun casting various buffs on himself. Brilliant, multicolored rays of light shot out from his hands, enveloping his body one by one. First, a layer of magical armor shone with a pale blue light, enveloping Caesars like an indestructible suit of armor. Then, the Swiftness spell, which increased his movement speed and made him even more agile. Then, the Grace of Wind, which increased his speed, and the Power of Storm, which granted him immense strength... The series of buffs unleashed in a dazzling display. But surprisingly, he chose not to cast a magic shield on himself.

Rad was even more confused now. He could only recognize two or three of the buff spells that Caesars had just used, and he had never seen the other spells before.

The referee said a few brief words, which still emphasized that no one should be killed. Then he left the arena, and the fight officially began.

Kaisas took the magic steel staff, which was actually the battle staff of the ascetic monk. The various magic patterns on it were not applicable to him. However, this staff was made of pure magic steel and was very strong.

Since the opponent had no magic shield, the heavily armored warrior unleashed a burst of fighting spirit, and a magical glow appeared on his magic pattern armor. Caesars immediately understood that the magic flowing on the surface of the opponent's armor must have been installed with magic crystals inside.

Facing the heavily armored warrior who had taken the initiative to attack, Caesars swung his staff with all his might. When the magic steel staff collided with the shield, a thunderous crash erupted.

"Kang Dang"

Kaisas felt a buzzing in his ears, his hands numb from the shock, and the staff he held bent and deformed. His opponent was still in the arena, but he was already spitting blood, and the magic steel shield in his hand had cracked.

The nobles outside the arena were all sweating with fear. The battle was so violent that the outcome was decided in a single round. While many speculated about Caesar's profession, he had already left the arena and sat at the banquet.

"Kaisas, you are too strong!"

"I just used too much force, I think my wrist is sprained!"

Caesars moved his wrist. The recoil force just now was too strong, and his wrist should have been affected.

"Why don't you use magic instead of brute force?"

Caesars picked up the wine glass and shook it, looking at Rad who looked curious.

"If I had used magic, there might not have been a third battle, and you would have lost ten thousand gold coins. Earl Leonard has already lost a lot of gold coins, and I think the old man is going to pull out his trump card!"

"He's already two great warriors, and he still has a trump card?" Rad was obviously a little unconvinced.

"He must have a trump card! This old guy is very cunning. If he wasn't absolutely sure, how could he dare to be the banker of the gambling game?"

"He was also unlucky to have met you!"

"Rad, I'm not completely sure I can win the third game. Who knows what his trump card will be?"

Kaisas didn't use spells to fight, but he had his own reasons. Abyssal Tempering Techniques enhanced his physique and magical talent, but he never had the opportunity to try them. Theoretically, Kaisas's physical strength and power should be comparable to that of a Paladin, easily enough to crush a Grand Samurai-level class.

After the previous battle, Kaisas felt that he was only using brute force and lacked the combat skills of a physical profession. As he was thinking about this, Rad beside him gently patted his shoulder.

"Kaesus, look across. Leonard has pulled out the magic communication stone. That must be his trump card. I just inquired, and in the last bet, this old man lost over 300,000 gold coins. If you can still win the next one, I estimate Leonard will lose a million gold coins today!"

"I'll do my best to keep Count Leonard awake tonight!"

While Caesars and Rad were talking, many nobles went to place their bets. Their excited expressions formed a very sharp contrast with Leonard's dead face.