TRANSMIGRATED AS A GHOST

“That was certainly impressive. Their coordination was really something and the different weapons on display were varied and expertly wielded.” Mrazivý said after the match, having thoroughly enjoyed watching it.

Both of the competing teams for the opening match had fought hard and done their best to win, but the one representing the Mahir Clan had come out on top.

A great deal of their success in the battle came from their back line and the defensive formation they had taken.

Their leader and highest-level fighter had used several mithril javelins with different enchantments as his main weapons and used his high fire power and adaptability to force his opponents into a defensive position or to take reckless actions to try and push through.

In the end only two of the members of the Mahir Clan’s team were incapacitated by the end of the fight while all of the Siasa Clan members were too injured to continue or rendered unconscious.

“What did you think? They may not have been from our clan, but I want your honest opinion of our countrymen’s warriors.” Akeem said.

“They are good. Their coordination as a unit was impeccable, better than even mine and Mrazivý’s.” Marcus responded, saying what he thought was the truth.

“Do you think that either of those teams could beat you though?” Akeem asked, his eyes scrutinizing Marcus and Mrazivý’s facial expression and their body langue.

“No. Even if all twelve of them had attacked us together, we would win.” Mrazivý said confidently.

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After looking at their stats and skills, Mrazivý was confident that none of them would have matched up to even a legendary grade beast of the same level and were closer to being equivalent to a rare grade or at best an epic grade if a comparison was made. All twelve of them would not have stood any chance against either Marcus or Mrazivý who were just about as powerful as they could be for their levels.

“I see. That is what I would expect of the two of you, seeing as how even Bashir recognizes your strength.” Akeem said, looking satisfied by their answers.

“Speaking of Bashir, where is he?” Marcus asked, looking around for Akeem’s head guard.

“He is going to be participating in the second single’s match of the day and is likely in a waiting room right now.” Akeem answered.

“That means we will get to see him fight. That will certainly be interesting.” Mrazivý said, with an excited smile.

While they had had a few interactions with Bashir and knew he was strong, this would be their first opportunity to see him in action.

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Neither of these fights were all that interesting to Marcus and Mrazivý as they featured some of the weaker combatants in the tournament and what they were really looking forward to was watching Bashir.

Eventually it was his turn, but Marcus and Mrazivý’s exactment diminished when they saw his opponent.

‘That man does not even stand a chance.’ Marcus thought, slumping back in his chair.

It made sense that Bashir as the strongest warrior of one of the six major clans would not have many rivals, but the man he was up against was only level fifty-three and considerably weaker.

Certainly, level fifty-three was impressive when compared against the general population, but Bashir was level eighty-one and simply far more powerful.

“I suppose we will just have to wait till the later matches.” Mrazivý said with a sigh.

The moment the match started it ended in one move. Bashir swung his system recognized adamantine halberd and used the flat of the blade to knock out his opponent before eh could move. Despite this match featuring the strongest combatant of the day, it was the most boring since his opponent could not even respond to the first move.

After that there was the second duo match followed by one more set of matches from each tournament, and the day was practically over.

The sun was beginning to sink on the horizon and evening was beginning.

The over a million people that had been watching the tournament matches began filling out of the arena and went to enjoy the other activities of the festival or go out to bars where they discussed the day’s matches.

With the end of the first day Marcus and Mrazivý returned to their hotel room and discussed the fighting styles they had witnessed and how they might counter them.

“I do not see us having any trouble against any of the three teams that won today I am guessing that we will find the stronger competitors tomorrow. Mrazivý said.

Naturally Marcus agreed with her assertion. The strongest of the victorious duos was comprised of a level sixty-six and sixty-eight who were only slightly above the average strength for those of a similar level. They could put up a bit of a fight, but they could not really threaten Marcus or Mrazivý.

“Well, we know that our first match is against members of the Sulb Clan tomorrow. They are probably going to be tougher than anyone we saw today.” Marcus said, pulling out a set of bound papers that Amira had given them earlier.

It was information on their first opponents. Including things like what weapons they used and their estimated levels.

For around and hour they poured over this data before deciding to get some sleep. Neither of them desperately needed rest, but they figured it would be best to be as fresh as possible for their first match in the Muharib Festival’s duo tournament. Their goal was to win it all so they were not going to get conceited and be lax in their preparations.