Legacy of the Dark Sage

Osman grabbed the shaft of Tilda’s axe with his right, then using his left, he grabbed the side of her coat.

“RAA!” He roared while flexing his arm muscles before hurtling her toward the ground.

“Ngh!” Tilda gritted her teeth and immediately let go of her axe. She grabbed Osman’s left hand with her right, then shifted her body to wrap her legs around his waist. A light yellow magic array circled her right arm as she hooked it around his neck.

“I’m not afraid of your flames, you assh*le!” She growled before utilizing her Augmentation magic to increase her muscle mass and body size.

The sudden increase in Tilda’s weight and size made Osman lose his balance and start falling forward.

“B*tch!” He roared. In an instant, the flames in his body increased, engulfing Tilda.

However, Tilda only sneered as her body further increased in size.

BAM!

Cracks formed on the ground as the two crashed.

Tilda pushed Osman’s body upward, and in an instant, their position switched. Osman now lay flat on the ground with Tilda sitting atop him.

Osman’s head hit the ground with a loud thud, muddling his senses for a few seconds. And that short vulnerability was enough for Tilda to launch her attack.

Tilda summoned two light yellow magic arrays, which formed around her wrists. She straightened her back, and using her oversized fists; she started to pound Osman’s face.

Right cheek! Left cheek! Nosebridge! Right temples! Left Temples!

“Gah! Gah! Argh!” Osman screamed in pain as Tilda’s fists rained down on him. He raised his arms to block her attack, but to no avail. Her huge fists slammed relentlessly on his forearms, and he could barely keep up his physical defences.

Dull sounds of flesh hitting flesh resounded within the arena.

Seconds passed, and Tilda’s clothes started to burn. She knew then that her time was up.

Going back a few seconds…

After Kyran told them he had a plan, he asked Tilda to attack Osman as recklessly as possible. When she asked why he answered:

“When I say I want you to forfeit, I did not mean you do it as soon as the match started. If that happens, they will adjust their plan again. Let’s avoid that. But if you attack Osman recklessly, they will only think your recklessness is because of what he had done to Deo.”

Tilda first reasoned that she could not get too close to Osman because he could wrap his whole body in flames. Apart from this, the way he burned Deo meant his flames were of a high level.

Kyran then performed a quick enchantment on her clothes to ensure she would be protected from his flames. However, with his materials on hand, he could only make a temporary one, which would automatically be removed after being exposed to intense fire for a minute.

In any case, with that short time, Kyran asked her to deal enough damage on Osman before pulling back and forfeiting. Then in the next round, Kyran would be the one to finish him off.

After hearing Kyran’s plan, Tilda realized he meant for her to forfeit the whole competition, not just during her match with Osman.

Rake and Styx also realized this and felt it was for the best.

Tilda agreed.

Still.

That did not mean she would not try to take Osman with her!

“RAWRGH!” Tilda roared as she pulled her right arm to add more momentum and weight to her last punch.

But.

“Burn, you b*tch!”

Osman, who could barely defend himself from her punches, suddenly unleashed the full force of his magic level. His flames erupted and blew Tilda off him.

“Ngh— guh!”

Tilda crashed on the arena floor and rolled off a few meters, destroying the floor.

An intense heatwave from Osman’s flames shook the arena. Gasps filled the gallery as they, too, felt the intensity of his flames even from afar.

From the side, Kyran’s expression turned grim as he finally sensed Osman’s magic level.

‘Grand Master,’ he thought and clenched his fists.

He turned to Styx and was about to ask him to surrender Tilda’s match when a familiar female voice spoke from one of the exclusive booths again.

“Tilda of the Conclave resigns. Please stop the match.”

The audience erupted with hushed discussions once more. Their reactions were reasonable. After all, this would be the third time a participant resigns after their leader intervenes. However, compared to the previous matches, the match right now has barely started.

“Sixth match, Royal Army wins!” The female announcer declared, stopping the timer at once. “The next match will begin in 30 seconds!”

Rake rushed to the arena to check on Tilda. He worried because she remained on the ground after being thrown by Osman’s aura.

On the other hand, Osman was still looking at the spot where Tilda had fallen. His face was swollen, and blood trickled down the side of his face, nose, and mouth. He was breathing heavily, and his expression showed he was not satisfied that his match ended like that.

“It’s fine, Osman. Get back here.”

Kairo’s voice somehow snapped Osman out of his angered state. Reluctantly, he left the arena.

“Tilda!” Rake knelt beside Tilda.

Tilda groaned as Rake helped her up. Her body had returned to its normal size. However, her clothes and skin were scorched black.

Two members of the Conclave rushed to the arena.

“We’ll take it from here,” one of them said, taking the half-dazed Tilda with them.

Rake could only nod and watch as the three left. He returned to their corner and found Kyran and Styx with grim expressions.

“You sensed it, too?” Styx asked.

Kyran only replied with a nod.

Rake knew what Styx meant. His magic sense might not be powerful, but he knew something was off from Osman’s magic aura.

“A f*cking Grand Master,” Styx said through gritted teeth.

Just when Rake thought Styx would begin to say something about how unfair or bad their odds were, a smile appeared on the latter’s face.

“Good. It makes it all worthwhile to kill him.”

Rake looked at Styx blankly, “If you kill them, you’ll be disqualified.”𝐧𝑜𝑣𝐞𝓵𝒏𝔢xt.𝑐𝞸𝐌

“I don’t f*cking care. He has now moved up my list of—.”

“Leader Styx,” Kyran cut him midsentence. “He’s my next prey.”

“What?” Styx growled as he glared at Kyran beside him.

Kyran looked at him with a wry smile, “After my next match. He’s the next one.”

Rake sighed inwardly while shaking his head. He sat beside Kyran and said, “You two, seriously. This is still a competition. If you want to kill them, do so after.”

Styx burst out in laughter, “F*ck, right. I’ll do that if you don’t, Tyr.”

This time, Kyran did not respond. He only replied with a slight smile.

“Participants for the seventh match, Tyr of the Conclave against Royal Army’s Major General Ganza!”

As soon as Kyran’s name was called, cheers erupted from the gallery. They had heard about him from the Lumley Family’s incident and had been curious ever since.

After witnessing Kyrans’s last match, several of the audience looked forward to his next one. Who wouldn’t? He was a Master mage, yet he beat a High Master. Such a feat was rare among matches between mages. The reason was obvious, a mage with a higher level had more experience and was far more adept in using their innate magic. But not only did he win against a higher-level mage, but he did so while using Array and his support-type magic.

Kyran stood up and went to the arena. He still wore an indifferent expression, but his eyes glinted malevolently as he looked at Ganza. This guy started everything.

Ganza, who was walking toward the arena, was also looking at Kyran with a smile on his face. When they first heard that Disciple Tyr was among the Solo Competition participants, they did not care much. That was why they let Vanadin, their weakest member, handle him.

Their decision was reasonable. Tyr was a low-level mage. And instead of wasting their time on him, it was better to focus on the other four.

Ganza was given the task of taking out Tilda. Honestly, he did not like being paired with a woman. He only agreed, thinking he would get an easy win. At least, it brought him closer to his goal of having his own division.

Tyr was also an easy target, but he would not degrade himself in fighting someone with a low mage level. Who would have thought that Tyr could actually put up a better fight than Tilda?

At least, that was how Ganza saw it. Especially on how Tyr dealt with Vanadin. The former did not move from his spot when he bombarded the latter with attacks. Because of this, he found Tilda, the Conclave’s weakest member.

Ganza did not care about what happened to Vanadin, so he would not fight to avenge the latter. Instead, he would make sure to have fun playing with Tyr.

Kyran and Ganza stood in the middle of the arena, and the timer above restarted.

“Seventh match, start!”

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