Chapter 1048 - Surestrike and Origin Fire
Chapter 1048 Surestrike and Origin Fire
“Die! ”
Scarface Gallow let out an earthshaking roar and sprinted forward with rumbling steps. Black light gathered on his magical sword but remained inert, seemingly waiting to execute Greem in a single strike.
Greem’s blazing body quickly flickered and moved about swiftly, trying its best to break free of Gallow’s Spiritual focus. He could sense a cold chill swimming around on the surface of his body. That should be the spiritual power that his opponent was projecting onto him with his dull eyes.
If Greem’s body were to stall for even a single instant, Gallow would be able to lock onto his specific position, and a terrifying strike would follow after!
Given Gallow’s thirty-nine points of Strength and that strange energy that he had been charging up, Greem had no confidence in escaping unscathed from this attack. He quickly dodged and wove about, not giving his opponent a single opportunity to lock onto his person. Fire energy gathered in his eyes as he moved, turning into two crimson beams that shot towards Gallow.
Scarface Gallow gritted his teeth and endured these two beams so as not to be thrown off of Greem’s trail.
When the Scalding Rays swept onto Gallow’s body, they sliced apart his leather armor and revealed the dark-purple skin beneath. Two trails of smoking burns were left on Gallow’s flesh, where the beams had swept past.
“No more…no more fighting. I…I surrender!”
Gallow, who now looked more like charcoal than a person, shouted as he took out the teleportation crystal from his storage ring and tossed it to the ground.
Greem stood silently a few hundred meters away.
The roiling flames gradually faded from his body, revealing his muscular human form.
His eyes were shut tight, two streaks of black blood slowly running down his cheeks.
It was obvious that those two short seconds of Origin Fire had also been a tremendous burden on himself. The two eyes which he had used to unleash the attack had also suffered a backlash.
Though Gallow’s injury was severe, his high Physique allowed him to recover quickly. Seeing that Greem seemed to be out of any ability to continue fighting, Gallow gritted his teeth and started to get up with his scorched and withered body.
However, just as he began to move, a loud explosion rang out right beside him. A deep crater was blasted into the ground nearby by a magic energy beam. It was one meter deep and four to five meters in diameter.
The elementium magical machine appeared at the edge of the battlefield with heavy steps.
Gallow let out a silent sigh and gave up all thoughts of continuing the fight.
If he were in his peak condition, this advanced Third Grade elementium magical machine would be nothing in his eyes. However, now that he and the legendary fire adept were both critically injured, a single advanced Third Grade elementium magical machine was enough to seal the deal.
Ripples suddenly appeared in an empty space as an elderly-looking adept appeared on the spot.
Both competing adepts were now blind, but they still quickly managed to identify the newcomer using their spiritual senses.
Chairman of the Zhentarim Association, Adept Freed!
“Very good. As expected of peak Third Grade elites selected from the Central Region. Your power matches your status. Well then, the victor of this tournament is settled. It is Greem. The two of you may return with me now!”
Three beams of white light shot out of Freed’s hand, heading for Greem, Gallow, and the elementium magical machine. Greem and Gallow scanned with their Spirits. After confirming the nature of the white light, they simply let it hit them.
The bodies of the three individuals started to fade when the white light entered their bodies until they finally vanished without a trace.
After sending away the three individuals, Adept Freed turned and looked southeast. A trace of anger appeared in his calm eyes.
He extended his hand and made a grabbing motion. Hundreds and thousands of strands of white light quickly gathered before him, where they formed into a strange, one-meter-tall boy with light green skin. The boy was clearly unprepared for this sudden turn of events. He was so scared that he immediately let out a breath of poison at Freed’s face.
“Hmph! Brat, behave! Believe it or not, if you do as you please again, and I will squeeze you into bits!” Adept Freed simply extended a hand and pulled Remi back to him after the Spirit of Pestilence tried to escape under cover of the poison mist. He lifted Remi up to his eyes and threatened viciously.
Setting the location of the battle at Gordon Highlands was his idea, but even he had never expected that this decision would cause such a terrifying disaster to befall an entire dukedom of Bluesea Plane.
This plane was the property of the Association, after all. Any loss incurred here would be enough to cause Freed’s heart to ache.
However, this was a ‘fair’ duel arranged by the Associaton after all. The ability to create a plague army was considered part of an adept’s ability as well. Thus, even after Bluesea Plane had been so terribly wrecked, Freed did not intend to pursue the matter. He simply let out his anger with a little warning.
He was the powerful chairman of the Zhentarim Association. He wouldn’t hold a grudge against a mere Third Grade contracted spirit. Thus, with Remi in hand, Adept Freed returned to Kerslin Castle as well.