HCB Chapter 332: Magician's Sword
Chapter 332: Magician's Sword
"Miss Giles, I challenge you to a life-and-death battle!"
Marknik's blood was boiling and he was very excited.
For him, there was one more benefit to killing Miss.
Solidify the identity of "Sword Saint", eliminate potential safety hazards, obtain a brand new magic sword, and fulfill his father's last wish to recover the [Blood Eye].
Kill four birds with one stone.
Marknik's loud declaration of war ignited the emotions of all the adventurers watching.
Everyone knows that Marknik became the Sword Master by defeating Raymond.
Miss has the same last name as Raymond, so they had anticipated this battle.
"As expected, the ultimate battle between the Sword Master and the Hero has appeared!"
"Are you confused, Master Sword Saint? Master Hero is the man who defeated the Demon King!"
"He was able to defeat the Demon King three years ago, and he might be even stronger now."
"It was the work of all the guild members to defeat the Demon King. It can't be attributed to him alone, right?"
"I heard that the Brave Miss was only a LV4 quantitative magician three years ago. In three years, he could only be promoted to LV5 at most. The Sword Saint is a genuine LV6."
"Then isn't Lord Marknik a bit too bullying?"
"Don't worry, the hero will definitely not accept the challenge. Who would be stupid enough to volunteer to die?"
Marknick listened carefully to the sounds around him, full of confidence written on his face, and his back straightened a little.
Things were going as he had planned.
If Miss dares not accept the challenge, his reputation will surely be greatly reduced.
He only needs to stay in the city of Lairui. When he is surrounded by [Higanbana], he can use today's events to instigate all the onlookers and trample on Miss's reputation.
Marknick just didn't believe it. In the face of so many people's gossip, would he dare to rely on his numbers to attack him?
"No one cares about his reputation, Miss. You have nowhere to go."
Seeing that Marknick was confident, Mis couldn't help but ask, "What about the Archbishop? You set up the ring for me with great fanfare. Doesn't he know?"
If Michelle was in her right mind, she would never agree with Marknick doing such a thing.
Otherwise, there would have been no need to rescue him in the dungeon a few days ago.
The ending is death anyway.
Marknik smiled triumphantly, "The Archbishop is busy with the negotiations in the north, so he has no energy to care about me. This time, he can't save you."
Miss narrowed his eyes slightly, and raised the corners of his mouth, "Oh really? Then I'm really scared."
Before in the dungeon, Miss did not attack Marknik because he did not want Marknik to die too casually, too secretly, and too worthlessly.
He is waiting for an opportunity.
An opportunity for Marknik to die in front of everyone.
Only in this way can we expose his hypocrisy openly and clear Raymond's name.
And now, not only did the opportunity come, but it was brought by Marknick himself.
There won't even be any third party intervening.
The onlookers were talking heatedly, but Mis and Marknik only had eyes for each other.
"McKnick, I accept your so-called life-and-death battle."
Mis's response pushed the heated atmosphere to its highest point.
The adventurers who were eager to watch the fun all dispersed in all directions, leaving enough space for the two to fight.
After Miss handed the magic sword to Cassius, he borrowed an iron long sword for training from an enthusiastic adventurer.
Marknik was a little confused. "If the magic sword is not used, it's because the magician can't make use of the magic sword. What is the purpose of borrowing an ordinary long sword?"
He couldn't understand what Miss was doing at all.
Most of the onlookers around couldn't understand what the magician's sword was for.
Fighting against the Sword Master?
Cassius handed the ordinary iron sword to Miss, "President, what is this sword used for?"
Miss was very satisfied with this extremely ordinary long sword, "Of course it is used to shut someone up."
He held a magic wand in one hand and an iron sword in the other, and looked around as if he was measuring the distance with his eyes.
"This size shouldn't be a problem. You really know how to pick a place. If you make some minor changes, it will become a natural arena."
As he spoke to himself, the purple crystal on the wand in his hand glowed.
As Miss poked the magic wand on the ground, a magic circle appeared from the ground.
Marknick thought that Miss was attacking him by surprise and was about to draw his sword to resist, but he felt a shake under his feet.
Everyone felt the obvious tremor.
"earthquake?"
The next moment, the ground under Mis and Marknick's feet slowly rose one meter.
Marknik half-crouched to keep his center of gravity stable. After he stood still, he looked around and found that the two of them were already standing on a square arena.
This on-site built arena can ensure that their fight can be seen by more spectators.
When Marknick saw this move of Miz to shape the ring, he regarded it as a useless "show of muscle" before the game, which was just a waste of magic energy.
"This kind of thing can be easily done by an ordinary metamorphosis magician. There is nothing surprising about it."
Miss weighed the iron sword in his hand and said, "It's not surprising, but it can let more people see the two of us, so this bit of magic power is well spent."
Marknik snorted coldly and drew out his expensive rare sword.
What Miss did was exactly what he wanted.
“In that case, I will use some fancy moves to make your death more spectacular.
Oh, and my moves might make you dizzy and dazzled.
However, that is normal, don't be afraid, my sword is fast enough, I guarantee you won't feel any pain at all."
Mis just laughed off Marknick's cold words.
He walked forward silently, holding the iron sword, and an invisible barrier gradually wrapped around the sword.
"After all, it's borrowed. It would be bad if it broke."
Seeing Mith coming on the field with a sword, Marknik thought he was hallucinating.
He muttered to himself, "Magicians no longer use wands, but swords instead?"
The more Marknick thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. "This guy is not a fool. Is there a conspiracy?"
All the onlookers were questioning Mis, and no one understood what his purpose was.
The enthusiastic adventurer who lent the sword to Miss couldn't help asking questions when he saw that Cassius was not panicked at all and even looked a little expectant.
"Your Highness, the Second Prince, is the brave man actually a swordsman?"
Cassius was stunned, "Of course not, the president is a magician, a very powerful magician."
"A magician, using a sword, fighting a desperate battle with the sword master?"
Cassius looked nonchalant, "So what?"
Marknik simply stopped thinking about it and tightened his grip on the sword in his hand. "It's okay to die. It saves me a lot of trouble."
He blew the horn to start the battle.
Marknik, who possesses the strength of LV5 blade, draws his sword as fast as thunder.
Before anyone could react, his sword was about to hit Miss's neck.
"No matter what you are thinking, a magician without a wand is no different from a useless person. Go to hell!"
In an instant, the sword flashed, and a fleeting crisp sound was heard on the ring.
The situation that should have been one-sided did not occur, and both of them stood firmly on the ring.
Marknik's eyes widened, and he couldn't hold his breath and shouted, "How is this possible!"
The high-speed slash he swung with all his might using his rare-grade longsword was unexpectedly blocked by Miss with an ordinary iron longsword.
Even though he had endured such an impact, Miss did not take a single step back.
Marknik felt the increasing pressure from the opponent's sword, and he became flustered and his eyes were bloodshot.
In panic, he heard his opponent mutter something in a low voice.
"The next sword strike will use the power of the Silver Dragon King for a thousand years. I wonder if you can withstand it."